As you all know I am the creator and curator of the infamous "Pink Boob Awards Gallery", where I archive the most heinous and downright ludicrous examples of pink ribbon and breast cancer awareness stuff.
Now before I am accused of blatant hypocrisy in light of the current "boobies" debate, I use the term "boob" in my British English mother tongue as a colloquial descriptor of a serious mistake or blunder. The double entendre as slang for breast is completely intentional and is used to highlight the lunacy and deep irony of many aspects of the pink ribbon culture which I am confronted with on an almost daily basis.
In my never-ending quest to collect examples to showcase in the Gallery there are certain items which I consider to be "holy grails". The most extreme and hard-to-find-or-imagine examples. Those which cause the mind to terminally boggle in such a way that could only be cured by an immediate lobotomy.
There is one item on my holy grail list, which I periodically search for, really hoping that I will never find, but knowing deep down that indeed I will find it one day.
Friends, today is that day. Upon finding this item I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and I hesitated in bringing it your attention. But ultimately this blogs theme is breast cancer and the ubiquitous culture that we find ourselves involuntarily entrenched in, so I decided it was important to let you be the judge.
I want to be clear, that I am not judging the woman who is at the center of this very sad story. This was her choice and I respect that. I also want to warn that some readers may find this story and related imagery upsetting.
But this is where we are. Pink ribbon culture has now invaded and gone beyond the outer limits of what I could ever have imagined.
So take a look, and if you are so inclined, please share your reactions.
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