if anybody asks me why i hate men, i’m just gonna redirect them to this post.
it’s pretty fucking obvious that men only want to invest in breast cancer research to further degrade, objectify, and jerk off to body parts they already feel 100% entitled to. that’s what is at stake for them.
what about the women whose “tatas” weren’t saved? how must they feel being surrounded by awareness ads that focus more on keeping women’s sexy-sexy-titties-to-continue-titillating-the-males than saving real life human beings and helping survivors?
If anyone’s wondering, those posts came from here. It’s a forum for breast cancer support. Give it a read, and you’ll see how many women are outright abandoned by their husbands, sometimes after being married for decades, because their “tatas” couldn’t be saved.
This is why the whole “save the tatas” thing really bugs me.
really sick of seeing so much hate directed towards the police on here. look, we get it, you prefer sting’s solo work, i like it too alright? that doesnt mean ‘every little thing she does is magic’ and ‘can’t stand losing you’ arent awesome jams. ‘roxanne’ and ‘don’t stand so close to me’ are classic, don’t even get me started on ‘spirits in the material world’. just stop ok?
In Berlin, after World War II, money was short, supplies were tight, and it seemed like everyone was hungry. At that time, people were telling the tale of a young woman who saw a blind man picking his way through a crowd. The two started to talk. The man asked her for a favor: could she deliver the letter to the address on the envelope? Well, it was on her way home, so she agreed.
She started out to deliver the message, when she turned around to see if there was anything else the blind man needed. But she spotted him hurrying through the crowd without his smoked glasses or white cane. She was, naturally, suspicious, so she went to the police.
When the police paid a visit to the address on the envelope, they made a gruesome discovery, three butchers had been harvesting human flesh and selling it to the starving people.
And what was in the envelope the man gave to the woman? A note, saying simply “This is the last one I am sending you today.”
IT TOOK ME A SECOND TO REALIZE WHAT THE LETTER MEANT AND NOW IM FREAKING OUT
REAL LIFE HORROR STORY RIGHT HERE
“I always wanted to be a performer, but discipline was something I needed help with, and I got that through wrestling and football. Through sports, I learned how to work my ass off and how to take advice and say “I don’t know” when I don’t know and to ask questions and be confident. It all came from sports and from my coaches. Gary Cease, he was a wrestling coach and he told me that I was creative and that was a cool thing. He could’ve called me weird, but he didn’t. My dad coached me, and when he wasn’t a coach, he was there leaning on a fence at the practices. I learned more from sports about how to handle myself in Hollywood than I ever did doing plays”