Metathriving: October 20: Obituaries, a MBC reality

One of the things I’ve done is find a free funeral planning website, My Wonderful Life. I’ve assigned an Angel, someone to release the details of what I’ve planned to loved ones, and I’ve also set up a pre-pay arrangement for my funeral. I’ve written my obituary, and decided that I want a visitation prior to the funeral, and I want to be cremated. My ashes will stay with Jen, and will be interred with hers once she passes.


This is honestly the best poster I have found in a while supporting breast cancer awareness. I am honestly so sick of seeing, “set the tatas free” and “save the boobies”. There is no reason in hell a life threatening, life ruining disease should be sexualized. “Don’t wear a bra day,” go fuck yourselves. You’re not saving a pair of tits, you’re saving the entire package: mind, body, and soul included. Women are not just a pair of breasts.




Steve Rogers did, in fact, realize that something was off when he saw the outline of the woman’s odd bra (a push-up bra, he would later learn), but being an officer and a gentleman, he said that it was the game that gave the future away.


No, see, this scene is just amazing. The costume department deserves so many kudos for this, it’s unreal, especially given the fact that they pulled off Peggy pretty much flawlessly.

1) Her hair is completely wrong for the 40’s. No professional/working woman  would have her hair loose like that. Since they’re trying to pass this off as a military hospital, Steve would know that she would at least have her hair carefully pulled back, if maybe not in the elaborate coiffures that would have been popular.

2) Her tie? Too wide, too long. That’s a man’s tie, not a woman’s. They did, however, get the knot correct as far as I can see - that looks like a Windsor.

3) That. Bra. There is so much clashing between that bra and what Steve would expect (remember, he worked with a bunch of women for a long time) that it has to be intentional. She’s wearing a foam cup, which would have been unheard of back then. It’s also an exceptionally old or ill-fitting bra - why else can you see the tops of the cups? No woman would have been caught dead with misbehaving lingerie like that back then, and the soft satin cups of 40’s lingerie made it nearly impossible anyway. Her breasts are also sitting at a much lower angle than would be acceptable in the 40’s.

Look at his eyes. He knows by the time he gets to her hair that something is very, very wrong.

Metathriving: Your Singing Mammogram

"Dudes and babies love ‘em,/It’s fun to squeeze and hug ‘em…" Yes, thank you. Thank you for reducing my worth to a pair of breasts, on legs. Because the rest of me is not huggable at all—just my breasts. Thank you for reminding me that they have two purposes: For Being Groped, and For Feeding Sprogs. Because it’s -certainly- not enough to just let them be ‘a body part’.

Metathriving: October 14: Save Second Base (Or: The Tits Are What Matters)

That’s the end result of it. Breast cancer has become a punchline, the deaths of 40,000 Americans annually pinkwashed over with marketing campaigns which do nothing but line pockets. It’s a big business, and sex sells.

I’m not proposing we find ways to sexualize testicular or prostate cancer, but instead, how about we stop using it to sell breast cancer? It’s not a cute disease of tee-hee body parts to be called by nudge-wink nicknames. It’s killing people. Men and women alike. And we are no closer to a cure than we were decades ago.

Forget about the damn tatas. Save the people instead.

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