Today is the First of Breastober. This month brings a relentless storm of pink ribbons, with all that the pink ribbon entails.
This entry actually has nothing to do with the They Might Be Giants songlet "Stormy Pinkness." I just like the title.
I've never been fond of wearing pink. It's really not in my color palette. It's not a "feminine colors" issue either: I have always loved purple, and I have a lavender shirt and tie that I wear with pride. If you know me, you know that I gravitate toward "winter" colors, the colors that unfortunately make me harder to see when I'm cycling at night.
Today I am wearing a pink necktie to work—solid pink, not bedecked with little pink ribbon logos. I am wearing this cravat not because I support the mighty Breast Cancer Awareness Industry, but because my ladyfriend Kayleen gave it to me to wear.
Kayleen and I are both very aware of breast cancer and its impact on women and families, and we don't need any Susan Komen types to remind us. We have both had women in our families diagnosed with breast cancer. Kayleen's mother just died from it this year. My own mother's stage one breast cancer was diagnosed and treated several years ago; she has been cancer-free for more than five years now.
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