Sometimes things happen and no matter how much I resist, I simply can NOT keep my mouth shut. Two nights ago, I saw something that really irked me. Because I'm not Scorchy and I do not have a pristine and organized ChemoBrainFog World Headquarters, I am distracted. (If you are not reading Sarcastic Boob, you absolutely should be..... and even if you aren't interested in having anything to do with twitter, her tweets will leave you smiling for hours.)
The floors need to be mopped, the carpets need to be vacuumed. The laundry is piling up. Try living in the dark and the cold and having no warm water. For 12 days. When everything goes back to normal, you will be surrounded by chaos. There will be spots where beverages that dripped over the top of the glass as you were tripping over your own feet trying to move from place to place in the dark. Or in the cold. And yes, even vodka leaves a mark.
I've now gotten a bit accustomed to living in the commotion. I do one thing each day. I can't handle more than one thing per day. By Friday, I expect I'll have my living space back to normal. In the meantime, life is happening. Things are happening. Outrage is happening. And I simply MUST open my big mouth.
Two nights ago, I saw an article in a Cleveland newsfeed. The Cleveland Daily Banner. From Cleveland, Tennessee. Did you know Cleveland is in Tennessee? I thought I was pretty good with my US Geography. Last time I checked, I hear Cleveland and I think, "Ohio." Live and learn. And then, learn some more.....
And this is what I learned two nights ago. And this is what had me thoroughly disgusted last night. And this is why it's on this blog today.
Yes, folks, this is just what is needed after watching a disease steal the life of a loved one, in the time when emotions are most raw and people are cursing that disease, those entrusted with handling the final details are finally getting the memo.
Who the hell thinks of this shit? Please someone tell me.... Would anyone in a funeral home mourning the death of a loved one taken by breast cancer need to be "made aware." Have they all not witnessed this up close and personal? Do they really want to be reminded that their loved one ceased being a woman upon hearing "breast cancer" and instead became a commodity for the pink profiteers? I'm so enraged by this, I can't think straight and I'm certain I can't write a coherent paragraph.
The website where this ridiculous attire can be found is at wearthepink.com. According to industry news, the blazers were unveiled at the National Funeral Directions Association International Convention which was held October 7-10 in North Carolina. They officially launched the product in August receiving an "overwhelming response" from many of the firms that had a chance to see these things, to touch their soft fabric.
And yippee for wearthepink! They've already pledged $25,000 to the Funeral Service Foundation (FSF) and will donate up to 12% of the proceeds to FSF and the American Cancer Society. They state that the 25K already pledged "can only help in continued research, development, awareness, grants and increased screenings for this
Oh REALLY? I'd love to understand how a donation to something called Funeral Service Foundation is advancing research, awareness or screenings. What? The Funeral Directors now have a scientists and mammography machines?
I don't think I've come across anything that is even remotely close on the "you must be kidding me with the pink shit" meter. The woman is dead. You guys are already making some serious coin on the whole funeral gig. You need to cause market the woman while she's laying in the casket, too.
I may be placing calls. They were dumb enough to quite proudly leave their phone numbers on their website. Or, perhaps posting something on their Facebook page which I expect will remain on said page for 12 seconds. October isn't a month anymore. October is a year-round extravaganza.
My friend, Sandy, the movie star who is a member of the IV League (say it aloud, get it?) featured in the documentary, Pink Ribbons Inc made her feelings known when she saw this on a friend's FB page. She gets the last word:
"Memo: Anyone who dares to wear a pink blazer at MY funeral, expect one dead chick to leap out of her casket and strangle you."
The rest of you? Discuss.