Ambassador Nancy Flips Us the Bird

Oh, Nancy, Nancy, Nancy…

You just don’t get it, do you? Did you consult your spin doctors or PR staff before you published your recent comments in the Sacramento Bee? Because honestly, they should not have let you out of the gate with that first paragraph. For anyone who hasn’t read them, a few days ago, on October 30th, right before the Pinksploitation Tsunami otherwise known as Breast Cancer Awareness Month was over for another year, Ambassador Brinker decided to respond to those of us who have questioned the wisdom of the rampant pink corporate merchandising and program priorities of Susan G. Komen for the Cure. To all of the bloggers, journalists and activist organizations who have evaluated, analyzed and questioned Komen, particularly after the Home Shopping Network’s marketing debut of Komen’s “Promise Me” Perfume, she opened her response with the following remark:

October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month, and every year at this time we hear grumblings about pink, the color of the breast cancer movement.

Nancy, let me just say that I want to thank you for belittling me and dozens of others for trying to call you and Komen to account, because now I don’t even have to pretend to be polite about this. You’ve driven me to this, you know, so don’t say I didn’t warn you:

Grumbling, by the way, is what my stomach does if I’ve forgotten to eat lunch. And I won’t be silencing it with pink cake, Nancy, I assure you. While I’m at it, I thought I’d repost a little ditty I composed a few months ago. Perhaps you might like to dance to it at your next Painting Wall Street Pink fundraiser party. Although Steve Simmons, Komen’s NYC Young Professionals executive committee treasurer, recruited a lot of men to attend the event, stating, “I don’t mind being a pimp to cure a disease,” I do mind being asked to whore for pink. But, hey, that’s just me.

Stop Pinking! The Amazon’s Remix

Stop Pinking!

Hello, hello, Big Pink, you called? I can’t hear a thing
I’m a tired patient in the Club, you see, see
What what what did you say? You want me to buy some pink?
Sorry, I don’t feel so good, I’m kinda busy

I’m kinda busy
K-kinda busy
Sorry, I don’t feel so good
I’m kinda busy

Just a second, you say that you’re working on a cure
Selling all this pink shit, making money that’s for sure.
You shoulda made your plans by talking to people like me
Instead you’re merchandising my disease, I see, see

Stop pinking, stop pinking,
I don’t want your pink anymore
I left my breasts on that cold surgical floor
Stop pinking, stop pinking,
I don’t want your pink anymore
I lost my breasts, not my mind, on that cold floor

[Eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh]
Stop merchandising me
[Eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh]
I’m busy
[Eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh]
Stop merchandising me

Call all you want, but there’s no one home
And you’re not gonna reach my telephone
‘Cause I’m sick in the Club, I ain’t buying your bubb’
And you’re not gonna reach my telephone

Call all you want, but there’s no one home
And you’re not gonna reach my telephone
‘Cause I’m sick in the Club, I ain’t buying your bubb’
And you’re not gonna reach my telephone

Oh, the way you blowin’ up my phone
Won’t make me heal no faster
Get through treatment faster
Save my girls no faster

I should’ve left my phone at home
‘Cause this is a disaster
Callin’ like a collector
Sorry, I cannot answer

Not that I don’t need help, I just don’t need no pink
And I am sick and tired of it all around me
Sometimes I feel like I live in Pink Central Station
Tonight I’m not buyin’ no pink, ’cause I’ll be sleepin’

‘Cause I’ll be sleepin’
‘Cause I’ll be sleepin’
Tonight I’m not buyin’ no pink
‘Cause I’ll be sleepin’

Stop pinking, stop pinking,
I don’t want your pink anymore
I left my breasts on that cold surgical floor
Stop pinking, stop pinking,
I don’t want your pink anymore
I lost my breasts, not my mind, on that cold floor

Stop pinking, stop pinking,
I don’t want your pink anymore
I lost my breasts but I won’t be your pink whore
Stop pinking, stop pinking,
I don’t want your pink anymore
I lost my breasts but I won’t be your pink whore

[Eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh]
Stop merchandising me
[Eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh]
I’m busy
[Eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh]
Stop merchandising me

Call all you want, but there’s no one home
And you’re not gonna reach my telephone
‘Cause I’m sick in the Club, I ain’t buying your bubb’
And you’re not gonna reach my telephone

Call all you want, but there’s no one home
And you’re not gonna reach my telephone
‘Cause I’m sick in the Club, I ain’t buying your bubb’
And you’re not gonna reach my telephone

My telephone,
My my my my telephone,
‘Cause I’m sick in the Club, I ain’t buying your bubb’
And you’re not gonna reach my telephone

My telephone,
My my my my telephone,
‘Cause I’m sick in the Club, I ain’t buying your bubb’
And you’re not gonna reach my telephone

 


You can listen here to the original of this song, “Telephone” by Lady Gaga. I was inspired to write the lyrics after a hellacious week during which two of my friends were getting mastectomies, one a single, the other a double, neither of which were assisted by any intervention from Komen. I’ll be working on the video version soon…


For a mere sampling of some of our ‘grumbling,’ here are some links:

Komen: Please Leave Me Alone
Ko-Mart.Org
Is There A Cure for Hypocrisy?
The Scent of Exploitation
Komen By The Numbers
Komen Sells Out
Lawsuits for the Cure
Komen’s Wild Ride, one of the best ‘grumblings’ ever written, in my opinion.
Raise A Stink!
The Cure for Pink (contains the infamous Promise Me HSN video)
Komen’s Leadership in Question


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27 Responses to “Ambassador Nancy Flips Us the Bird”

  1. I’m so glad you are done resting!

    Sing it Amazon!

  2. You’re hilarious! Let them eat cake!

    Grumble, grumble, rumble and roar!

    jms

  3. “Grumblings,” huh?…. yep, I know what grumblings feel like: It is what your stomach feels like when your doctor tells you that you have breast cancer; it is also what it feels like when they start your chemo infusion and days after it; it’s the fear you feel every day for yourself, your fellow sisters, your friends for anyone who lives under the BLACK cloud of breast cancer. You are taking credit for “The Breast Cancer Movement?” Oh. no. you. didn’t. Ms. Brinker. The BREAST CANCER MOVEMENT began when women started fighting for the ability to make surgical decisions for themselves rather than go under anesthesia for a biopsy and wake up with a radical mastectomy…. the BREAST CANCER MOVEMENT is happening RIGHT NOW fighting your reducing us to pastel pack of pansies. The women of the REAL BREAST CANCER MOVEMENT REFUSE TO BE REDUCED TO A FACSIMILE OF A WOMAN NOW TURNED INTO A PINK JOKE. We may not have our breasts- but we still have our balls and we will NOT permit you to pigeon hole us with pink propaganda to further your profits.

  4. (oops- did I just say that outloud?)

  5. GRUMBLE ON, SISTAHS!!!!

  6. excellent, love the song, would this shit be allowed if BC was a male disease??? I am tired of the pink, fluffy BS too x

  7. WOW! This is beautiful! Thank you, thank you, thank you. AMEN sister!

    And, thank you for reposting my letter asking Komen to leave me alone.

    I am speechless, your post is amazing!

    xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

    Lisa

  8. Gina,

    I loved your comments. You are awesome! So well put!

    Lisa

  9. Thank you, Lisa, and thank you for writing your excellent post.

    Gabby, the whole thing has gotten so out of hand…and it’s way beyond the color, but Komen doesn’t get it. At all.

    I look forward to seeing how the rest of the blogosphere responds to her editorial. She’s left herself wide open to be taken apart, in my opinion.

    Never, ever trivialize an angry woman who has a blog, Adobe software, and a sense of humor. I’m not done yet either… :)

  10. Komen makes me sick. I looked all over their website for a section where they give financial assistance to anyone. I found links to other sites nothing that showed how they could help you. Idiots

  11. This is wonderful!

    I sent one of those letters to Komen & got the eff-you response. Guess this is her BIG eff-you to us Grumblers.

  12. Kathi,

    You are brilliant. I am so glad you are “not done either” . . . neither am I.

    :)

    Can’t wait to see what is next from you and from the blogosphere. She was a fool for putting out her propaganda “article” in the SacBee. It has left her wide open. I really thought she was much smarter than this. She does not get it AT ALL. What an arrogant woman. I do not like arrogance. I do not like indifference to others. She is is indifferent, she is so out of touch with reality. But, when you spend your life jet setting around the world and taking credit for saving the lives of scores of women and being treated like some kind of queen I suppose I can understand her being so disgustingly out of touch (sic) . . . no excuse, none at all for her behavior.

    Well, I for one, intend to provide her with a continued education.

    Awareness . . . okay, get ready Nancy, your in for some awareness . . .

    Oh, I almost forgot: did you see on Komen’s 2010 financials that the Philadelphia affiliate spent over $250,000.00 dollars on “website maintenance”? Did you see the list of disclosures of who is related to whom among board members? I am sick, sick, sick of this. If the revolt in Egypt is credited to facebook, I am absolutely positive that we can all make this change. I will not stop trying.

    Lisa

  13. Am i allowed to say “fuck you Nancy” on here? If not, i apologize. I just really needed to say “fuck you Nancy” because it has occurred to me that this massive depression that i find my self in just happens to coincide with the anniversary of my wonderful friend Roberta’s death-aversary, and a full month of the pink bombardment – reminding me that beautiful women are still dying, and for the rest of my life I’ll be looking over my shoulder, wondering if I’m next. So, please forgive me if I’ve offended anyone by saying FUCK YOU NANCY!

  14. Thank you for this!

  15. Kathleen, I just read your heartfelt and articulate open letter — and left a comment. The contradictions in their priorities leave me breathless. It’s women like Suzy Komen who are still left out in the cold, while Komen adheres to screening mamms at forty, when women like Suzy get breast cancer and die well before that age. It makes me insane.

    Bonn, sometimes the only reasonable response is the eff-bomb. xx

    Lisa, I sure wish I had a quarter mill to spend on more than just ‘website maintenance’…unreal.

  16. Oh Nancy, Nancy, so contrary
    How does your pink garden grow?

    Brilliant post, Kathi!! I try not to give Nancy so much attention. She’s a grumbler.

  17. LOL, Beth!! Brilliant comment!

  18. you go for it girlfriend….there’s nobody like you once you get goin’! I get so insensed the more of your blog I read!!!!

  19. [...] Nancy Flips Us the Bird [...]

  20. Love this!
    Thank you for sharing. I want all of this pink to stop already!

  21. Hey up Kathi,

    I hear a lot about Komen and how it is falling at the first post, but still this charity of sorts is lining the coffa’s without thought of increasing opinion. I hope she see’s the image of how she is precieve and that it is not just a few disgruntled individuals, but even oversea’s we are watching on frowning. Like I said to friends.
    It took one women who wanted BC brought out of the cupboard. It was a simple pink ribbon like the poppy for remembrance day. Discreet, but everyone knew what that strong symbol meant. Now with profit margins the ribbon has become a symbol of greed. It has become lost because everyone wants a piece of the profit. And in the meantime the numbers for BC increase with no cure in sight…

    Why does the poppy remain a poppy? because there would be a national outcry if it was titlated.

  22. O.M.G. That song is absolutely FABULOUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    Kudos girlfriend. You nailed it!

    Thank you for your effort, creativity and inspiration. You rock!!

    -Renn

  23. Downloadable, Renn!!

  24. The Accidental Gaga is fabulous! The commoditization of breast cancer vis-a-vis pink has become the end in mind. I think you’ve just written the rebels’ national anthem! – Gayle Sulik

  25. BTW, those pink cupcakes are indeed made by a Komen corporate sponsor, namely Freed’s Bakery. [not supplying link on purpose]

  26. [...] been a Komen “grumbler” for years but usually bite my tongue and shell out money when folks ask me to contribute [...]

  27. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Standing ovation].

    There is a woman sitting in front of her computer screen in Darwin who came perilously close to spluttering tea all over her keyboard upon clicking that audio link. Beyond brilliant. “…save my girls no faster” I think was my personal favourite touch. Truly Weird Al-worthy – and you and I both know what a compliment that is. I am planning to show this to my sons (who are both completely obsessed with Mr Yankovic and own most of his albums) – it’s not too soon to introduce them to a critical analysis of ‘pink’, and I am sure they will appreciate your fine work!! We can only hope you’re working towards an album…

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