So, what do you think about the flap over the Pink Ribbon set’s slap in the face to Planned Parenthood, wherein the Susan G. Komen breast cancer charity announced it was cutting off its funding to one of the major providers of women’s healthcare because (horrors!) it provides contraceptive care and ends unwanted pregnancies.
Predictably, it sure makes me mad as a cat.
Reproductive care—including decisions about when and under what circumstances one is going to bear a child—is a central part of women’s health care. Many more of us ovulate and get pregnant than fall victim to breast cancer. An organization whose mission is to save women’s lives ought to be able to get the message that there’s more to women’s lives (and deaths) than boobs.
In the past, friends have asked me to join them in Susan G. Komen “Race for the Cure” walks. I’ve gone along with them, even though I think it’s pretty silly to imagine that walking up and down the streets is going to cure cancer. In fact, despite all the money that’s been thrown at the problem, metastatic breast cancer is not a lot less fatal today than it was twenty years ago. I will admit, I’ve found the pinkiness and the stuffed animals vaguely offensive; more vocally radical women and articulate patients who claim this sicky-sweet motif infantilizes women and turns breast cancer awareness into a merchandizing opportunity have got something there.
Vaguely offended, however, is different from effin’ outraged.
I have walked my last Susan G. CKomen mile and donated my last Susan G. Komen dollar. If I have any cash left over at the end of this month’s budget cycle, it’s going straight to Planned Parenthood.
Join me if you dare!