Save the Ta-Ta's

I love October. Mostly because I love pink. And in October everything you could ever need from spatulas to trashcans to Oreos come in pink. And I love it.

But..

Really everyone knows its not just about pink, its about boobs. Or more specifically, boob cancer.

Tomorrow, I'll have a rant for you and Wednesday and Thursday I'll have other cancer posts, but for today, let's talk about breasts, baby.



My grandmother, on my father's side was a teacher. She was kind-hearted and patient. She was gorgeous. And talented.

She was a devoted wife even though my grandfather was a cad.

She could find anything that anyone had lost.

She was gentle and considerate, loving and giving.

She also had breast cancer.

Everything that I've told you above is pure hearsay to me, because she died in 1979. I never met her.

When I was a little girl, I used to think that if only Grandma were here then someone would have understood me. That if she were alive then I would have had an ally.

I have no idea if that's true. Just like I have no idea if any of the above is true.

I never knew her.

But I do know that she didn't have to die.

She didn't find the lump until it was late. And she didn't do anything about it until later.

I could quote you facts and figures, but you can read them for yourself here.

The major point is that breast cancer is not a death sentence. It is a treatable illness.

But not if you don't take care of yourself and do your exams as you should.

No child should lose their mother, or grandmother or aunt.

No woman should lose a friend.

And a breast is not worth your life.

Rack Application

So when a male boss decides he's going to hire someone, he gathers all the resumes together and he goes to interview the applicants and if all the applicants are also males then he chooses the best qualified applicant. But if one or more of them happens to be female then he chooses the best qualified applicant with the best looking rack, whether he knows that's what he's doing or not.

When a female boss decides she's going to hire someone, she gathers all the resumes together and interviews the applicants and then decides who out of the best qualified would be the best fit personality wise within the company regardless of what rack they do or do not have.


The problem with all of this is two pronged 1)as many women can attest, hot women know they are hot, and are drama prone and irritating and 2)unfortunately, most of us have male bosses, (or at least I've usually had male bosses). So the best way to counter the inherent stupidity of men in the "Rack Application Process" is to have a trustworthy female assistant who can look at the male boss and say "Really, her rack was not impressive enough to make up for the amount of drama she's going to cause in the office. Go with #3."


Obviously I have experience here. And fortunately after a bit of trial and a lot of error (and a whole lot of "I told you so" from me), my bosses finally decided to listen to me a little when it came to hiring someone new.


Last time it worked out awesome - they got Bean. We'll see if they like the guy I picked this time. Of course if he turns it down & they go with the one I wasn't sure about then I still have a little room to "I told you so", and then we all win.