This is not what I was planning to do this morning. Yes, I was planning to write a post. But merely a thoughtful little post about emerging briefly from my blogosphere hiatus to say that this healing time I’ve taken has been very helpful, and that I plan to continue it by not writing any new, in-depth posts for a while longer, but by reposting a salient selection of my previous ones throughout the month of October. However…
…then I saw this, on Facebook, posted by De-Fund the Komen Foundation.
And I felt it was my duty to step up to the plate, so to speak.
There are so many things about this that caught my eye, as it were, I can’t even begin to list them. But one of them is that this is the second annual occurrence of this event. Like the first one wasn’t bad enough. Like no one evidently jumped all over Susan G. Komen’s Las Vegas chapter and pointed out that this might be, shall we say, extraordinarily tacky. One wonders if the Las Vegas chapter includes any actual women who’ve actually experienced breast cancer. I suppose that, being Las Vegas, what with showgirls kicking in chorus lines in casinos and wearing skimpy outfits, they take perhaps a different view of sexploitation for profit. But really. For a breast cancer fundraiser?? Just when you think Komen couldn’t sink to a new low, they do.
Last year’s poster was more thematically consistent, at least. The model still had no face, but she wore a bikini that was supposed to suggest a baseball uniform, and she was even holding a bat:
I wonder why they changed the outfit this year. Maybe they thought the bat was too hostile. Or unfeminine. In any event, this one was posted by a friend in the comments under the first poster. She found it on a website called The Randy Report (hah hah — written by a man named Randy) which reported that at last year’s event, the Chippendales showed up. Well, of course! Their home is Las Vegas after all. I wonder if they wore pink jock straps.
But you know, I thought that the Chippendales might serve a more apt purpose by helping fundraise for testicular cancer perhaps. Or maybe prostate cancer. Whatever. Something along the lines of the above event. Like, say, “Jockstraps for the Cure.” Or maybe they could launch a special campaign around the holidays:
The only problem with the holiday theme is that the color of the official testicular cancer ribbon is not red, but orchid. I have no idea why. Maybe it was the only color left. But otherwise, I think this could totally work. I mean, fair is fair. If we’re going to sex up breast cancer, why not sex up all of them? I admit it might be difficult to do this for cancers that involve internal organs. But, heck, even something as unsexy as fundraising for colon cancer might get a boost out of having a “Thongs for the Cure” event. Or you could hold a fundraiser in a strip club, shake some booty, and call it “G-strings for the Cure.” Same difference, right?
Okay, maybe not.
I do think, though, that this year’s ‘Save Second Base’ poster could be improved upon. So, I decided to revise it, in an attempt to inject a note of accuracy to the whole breast cancer thing.
So, what do you think? Think they’d let me design next year’s poster? I think I’ll post this on their Facebook wall and see if they like it.