Maybe you got that recent Facebook message, asking about your bra color. The Pursuit of Harpyness was not amused — nor was Feminazery.
Breast cancer awareness, indeed.
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It showed up this morning. I haven’t done anything with it. Sorry, guys, according to the directions, it won’t go to you even if you wear the Bro (from Seinfeld).
It’s a little silly, I think. But no harm in it.
I think a better idea would be to ask about the date of your last mammogram. It’s a good thing to think about and may remind someone to make her next appointment.
This thing was ridiculous. I posted this:
“42G Oh wait, we’re only talking colors?”
Shoot. Wish I’d thought of that…
Good one! I still haven’t gotten to responding. I’m thinking of answering with “Why bra?”
Oops! That should be “What bra?”
It’s been a long day…
Oh Pish. Two friends currently battling cancer thought it was fun, and so did I.
When did I become such a stick-in-the-mud, I wonder? Aint no one getting my bra color but Jesus. And Mr. DJ, most likely.
One of my fb friends asked me what color bra I was wearing, and my reply was “none of your goddamn fucking business, that’s what.”
Do women really ask each other questions like that?
I thought they go to the bathroom together, for that purpose.
No. We pretty much leave each others’ bra colors alone. At least, I and my friends do.
It’s never come up in conversation among my friends. We don’t talk about our underwear. However, the question of boxers or briefs has come up.
Yeah, that was my response.
I wrote on my status “All the colors of the darn rainbow. Sike.” Heh.
That oughta get their attention!
Just got on FB and lots of women participated. My favorite came from an old classmate (gay man) who wrote “RED”.
I think I love him.
I don’t understand what all the fuss is about. You Broads are all a bit screwy! This is another example of woman having the vapors. Woman are always suffering from one form of hysteria or another. It is a direct result of woman entering the workplace instead of getting back in the kitchen where you belong. Bra colors, indeed!
And all I read was “Hey, DJ: Come over here and smack me upside the head. Love, Mario.”
I certainly knew that you would take that where it came from, good natured humor.
You had all the code phrases in there. It was too perfect.
Wow Mario,
You actually posted something with the words:
Broads
Screwy
Hysteria
Workplace
and Kitchen…and still lived to post afterwards…you do live a charmed life!
Happy to read that your knee is fine. I was glad that you didn’t write anything about being barefoot, pregnant, and in the kitchen…
That probably would not have ended very well for you.
“A man’s got to know his limitations!”
We are giving Mario a bye this one time because, well, he’s not well.
Besides, “I never met a dame who didn’t understand a slap in the face, of a slug from a 45″
Don’t be ignit, Mario. On you, it’s ugly.
I don’t care who said that, Mario, but that’s over the line. Not funny!
Hey Mario, what’s the deal with the “Men Working” signs? Why do you men need a sign to let everyone know when you’re actually working?
Go, Jac!
Because, given the choice, we Men would love to sit home eating Bon-Bons just like you chicks do!
Oh, if only. Actually, I’d eat chocolate-covered cherries, if I had my druthers. I don’t even know what bon-bons are.
Really, DJ? “I don’t even know what bon-bons are.”
As if!
Oh, I knew it was a candy (I watch cartoons, I know things) but had to look it up to get specific. As I said, I’m partial to chocolate-covered cherries.
“You know, it is so sad, all your knowledge of high culture comes from bugs bunny cartoons.”
Elaine to Jerry on “Seinfeld.”
Funny, me too!
O.K. THAT one was funny. I generally am not a Seinfeld fan. Please don’t hate me for that.
I don’t either, do they make those anymore? Are they an ice cream type of thing?
Personally I sit around drinking beer and teaching my kids to fetch it for me. I lean redneck.
What the hell is a bon bon? Mario, how do you know about such things?
I’m a Taurus, a feminine sign, Jac. Plus, my older Sister used to beat me over the head with a rolled-up “Cosmo!”
Why didn’t you say so from the start? Okay then, stop stalling and tell us your bra color.
Please, don’t start. I received a clean bill of health today from my orthopedic surgeon regarding a knee injury received last fall. “Now, you can start exercising again. It looks like your working on a “A” cup!” Gee, thanks, Doc! So much for Pecks of steel!
Another blog post on this. I like this one because it is not so much angry feminist as realistic cancer survivor. If you don’t want to read it, she and others who have had breast surgeries due to cancer don’t wear bras anymore. Makes the whole thing feel rather obscene to me when the thing you want to do to raise awareness (which, hello, AWARE) leaves out those effected by it.
And this would be the link to that post. Duh
http://www.blogher.com/name-awareness-fb-color-meme
That, is one brave Woman. I can only imagine all that she went through, dealt with and endured.
Nice job, Vegas710.
Thank you for this. And you’re right. Her tone was infinitely kinder.
Now I’m feeling like an idiot with my wisecrack comment on FB of “What bra?….kiddding…(color)”
I didn’t know and now I have a different kind of awareness.
I still think it would be a better idea to post the date of your late mammogram. (As a reminder to make your next appointment) I’m not creative enough to start something like that.
I especially liked this:
“Time for a little less “awareness” and a whole lot of “action”: the time to act is now: address the causes!”
Thank you for sharing that, Vegas.
The last time I asked a woman what color her bra was, she replied…..
That’s going to cost you an extra fifty.
But you gotta love Jules at Feminazery. There’s something just classy about British snark.
And “undercrackers“!
I love it.
“The Undercracker Bomber”
Love her, as well. I’ve become a bit of a follower.