Archive for the ‘Living’ Category

living
media

Cancer Sucks. And so does Pink-Washing.


Back in October, which is Breast Cancer Awareness Month, I shared my thoughts on pink-washing in a post called “Don’t Drink the Pink Kool-Aid.”

In it, I questioned all the pink ribbons being slapped on everything from cell phones to chocolate bars; and wondered out loud about corporate profit-teering from an illness that is hurting so many of us. I didn’t have any easy answers, and instead decided that rather than promote one of the many pink campaigns landing in my email box from PR firms to share some tips for early prevention.

With the Susan G. Komen Foundation in hot water, the issue of pink-washing is top of mind with many bloggers. For me, with a good friend preparing for chemo, cancer has been on my mind daily. So when I came across Annie’s most excellent post at PhD in Parenting titled “Cancer Sucks, Pink is Profitable, and Cures are Magically Blameless,” I had to share it with you.

She starts her post by admitting “that I haven’t always questioned pink washing as carefully as I should in the past.” This, I’m sure, we can all admit to. It feels good to buy pink … to feel like we’re contributing to a worthy and important cause.

However, she concludes, with the help of a documentary titled Pink Ribbons Inc., that pink is only profitable if it focuses on finding a cure–not prevention. Her words:

The bulk of breast cancer research money in past years has gone into researching a cure. In the movie, they note that only 3 to 5 percent of funds go towards prevention of breast cancer.  In Canada, around 6.5 percent of money raised goes towards research into risk factors and risk reduction. Why is the number so low?

  • Is it because the prospect of a cure generates hope and therefore attracts more research dollars?
  • Is it because the focus on the cure doesn’t upset any corporate sponsors that may be contributing to the cause?
  • Is it because preventing cancer may dry up the enormous cash cow that pink ribbon campaigns have become?

And yet, more than anything, we need to find out why cancer rates are high and what we can do as a society in terms of prevention.

While this is not a real campaign, it represents the pinkwashing dilemma: does supporting breast cancer research make up for toxic products?

This image is not from a real campaign but illustrates an all-too-familiar corporate dichotomy. Image source.

 

Let’s demand accountability in exchange for our donation dollars.

To read more on this issue, please check out Annie’s post in full here, as well as by visiting Breast Cancer Action.

Edited to add: No, I’m not being a spoil-sport when I don’t play along with your “what colour” bra are you wearing meme on Facebook. It’s a f*cking terrible idea, people! (And you know I rarely swear on this blog, so I’m pretty serious here.) Please read this post at Toddler Planet to understand why. 

And another thing I’d like to add as well: As one reader as been so good as to share, the Komen story has evolved since I wrote this post. There’s a lot I didn’t know about this organization. You can learn more by reading this post by Jessica Gottlieb. I warn you though, it might make you feel like vomiting.


living

Holy Crap! Impractical Purchasing, a Grocery Store edition


In the post “Impractical Purchasing, NYC edition, part 1,” I had intimated that Hubby did not like it (at all!) when I went grocery shopping. However, the other day we were in need of some milk and bread and he asked if I could pick that up on my way home from the office . Naturally, I said “Oh course, sweetheart,” because I am a perfect and lovely wife. Then I rubbed my hands together in glee because who knew what slickly-packaged, over-priced cleaning products might be awaiting for me in the aisles!

I never made it to the cleaning products aisle. I got caught in the organics, healthy, and pseudo-healthy products aisle. It’s pretty fantastic in there. You just never know what you’re going to find. As evidence, check out this breakfast cereal:

I just knew I had to have it. I reached up and grabbed it from the shelf, but swallowed heavily when I saw the price. For this small 8oz bag, more than $11.00! Before putting it back on the shelf, since it was clearly too expensive to buy simply as a gag, I reviewed the ingredients. Turns out you only need two tablespoons of this Canadian-made cereal each morning and the ingredients are heavenly healthy.

Well, that sure made justification easy! In my grocery cart it went.

I’ve tried it twice now. The first time sprinkled on yogurt, which was pretty good. And the second time was on its own with milk, which tasted like a gravel mixed with ashes from an old fire pit.

You win some, you lose some. And in this edition of impractical purchasing, I lost.

p.s. In a “Holy Crap!” moment this morning, I received an email informing me that the Coffee with Julie blog has placed 2nd in the Family & Parenting category of the 2011 Canadian Weblog Awards. The 1st place award went to Home to Heather, and the 3rd place went to Under the High Chair — both of which I plan to drop into my Google Reader this morning. These awards have a special place in my heart because they’re juried by bloggers and blog enthusiasts for quality, not popularity. It must be a hella lot of work organizing and judging these awards (all volunteers) so I feel very honoured and grateful.

2011 Canadian Weblog Awards winners


living
media

When Men were Men


Yesterday, I did something unusual. I went to see a movie that was filled with frightening scenes and macho bravado. And I drank it up all.

Liam Neeson in the film The Grey. Photo credit.

It’s old fashioned and sexist to believe that men should all be strong and brave, just as it would be to believe that all women should be nurturing and gentle. But the news has been filled with stories of weak, dishonourable men as of late. And it is making me long for a time (fictional or not) for when “men were men.”

First there is the Penn State football scandal in which assistant football coach Jerry Sandusky repeatedly abused young boys. On several occasions, according to this report posted today, Sandusky was caught in the middle of abusing a child:

  • In the fall of 2000, a janitor named James Calhoun witnesses Sandusky pinning a young boy up against a wall and abusing him. He does not pull Sandusky off the child and get the child to safety.
  • In this same year, another employee, Ronald Petrosky, is cleaning the showers and comes across Sandusky abusing another young boy. Again, another man witnesses a man abusing a child and does not intervene and get the child to safety.
  • In 2002, a graduate assistant to the team, Mike McQueary, comes across Sandusky sodomizing a young boy. Yet again, another a grown man does not intervene and get the child to safety.

I like to think that if I had been in the position of any of the three men above that I would run up screaming and yelling and try to push Sandusky away from the child. I also strongly believe that the men I know best would rather risk a black eye and upsetting an influential sports figure on campus, than live with knowing that they walked away from a child who desperately needed help. It’s one thing to hear of suspected abuse, but to witness it in the act not intervene? I simply can’t understand this.

Next, we have Captain Schettino of the Costa Concordia. His ship goes down, and rather than working to organize a rescue, he jumps overboard and saves himself. From a lifeboat, he watches the passengers frantically trying to escape while a Coast Guard captain urges him to go back on board to assist with the rescue. The entire conversation between Schettino and the Coast Guard is recorded and you can hear the captain’s weak excuses for not going back and the Guard finally demanding that he do — ” Get back aboard, damn it!” – to no avail. There are 11 passengers confirmed dead, and another 23 still unaccounted for.

And last but not least, the major news from yesterday was the guilty verdict in the Shafia case. Three members of the family, including the father, are charged with killing four members of the family – three sisters and the father’s second wife. Again, we have a man, Mohammad Shafia, putting his own needs first.

In the Penn State case, it would seem that the men did nothing so that they could avoid ruffling the feathers of a popular football team’s leadership, while in the Costa Concordia situation, Schettino feared for his own life and ran for shelter rather than to fulfill his duty as captain. Then, with Shafia, he is so focused on his own “honour” and reputation, he murders his own flesh and blood. Rather than re-examine his own values and do the hard work of bridging a compromise with his daughters, he decided to just make the “problem” go away.

I know there are plenty of honourable men – and women — in our society today. They quietly do hard, brave work every day. But the spate of recent media stories has really had me feeling sick to my stomach.


living

Another Attempt at a Front Hall Vignette


When Hubby sees me poking around the front hall trying to put together a vignette (you can see my first attempt here), he just cracks up. I am not a patient person and have little tolerance for anything “fiddly” and yet, I just love doing these vignette things. Strange but true.

I had gathered a few special things:

In the background is a print that Hubby gave me after Stella was born, titled Mother and Child. The boxed book box collection is Griffin and Sabine trilogy. The wooden box is a “treasure box” that my parents gave me as a child when they returned from a trip to Egypt. And the carved wooden owl was a gift from my mother-in-law.

I tried a variety of combinations and none of them were entirely pleasing to me. There just seemed to be something missing. See what I mean?

Hubby came to my rescue though. He said he knew exactly what my vignette needed.

So he added his wallet and a lighter.

 

Magical, isn’t it? :p


living

4 Cats Arts Studio Masterpiece: Final Reveal


Remember this big ol’ mess that my girlfriends and I made at 4 Cats Hintonburg to celebrate my 40th birthday?

It was my party, and I just wanted to wear sweatpants and have a few laughs with my girlfriends. But, believe it or not, in the photo above we were actually creating a special masterpiece just for me, the birthday girl! After it was all said and done, I had our creation stretched onto canvas by 4 Cats ($75 fee). I am so happy I did. It is such a fantastic piece, so filled with memories for me now.

So without further adieu, here is the final reveal of our group creation. It’s on the bookshelf in my office — my favourite place in our new home. (Forgive the photo quality. The photos from the party were taken by my friend Andrea, who is a talented photog, whereas the one below was taken by me on my phone.)

We all had such a fabulous time at the splatter paint party. I really recommend it! I’ve since been back to the 4 Cats Arts Studio to drive Stella to a children’s workshop. The place really is awesome, and I particularly like the owner Emaly. If you decide to head on over to Hintonburg to check it out, please say “hi!” for me!

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...