Pinchy Crab.
Well, it’s been pretty sucktacular around here lately.
I feel like I’m getting sick, and I can’t seem to bring this big writing project to a satisfying conclusion and writing all the time is murder on my neck and shoulders and is keeping me from blogging, and I don’t think therapy is helpful and it’s really far away, and my oldest cat is apparently demented and is having a hard time remembering where it is and is not okay to take a crap and I just want to put a cork in his butt when I leave the house.
And I have horrible cramps and no energy and tons of stupid grading to do and I hate everybody, so waaaaah.
It’s not that things are The Worst Evah, I’m just in a mood. I was up late, tossing and turning over what the FFT should be for today (among other things, like “I curse thee, uterus!”), but I couldn’t come up with anything “fun,” so I decided to embrace my inner crab and make this a Fuss Thread.
So: gripe away! Piss-and-moan, bellyache, stew, grumble, grouse, or kvetch. What’s got your knickers in a twist? Bonus points for hyperbole and exceptional petulance, or creative profanity!
If everything’s coming up roses, you can always complain about what a bunch of fucking whiners we are. Or you can tell jokes and chuck the rest of us on the chin like a smug jerk, ya smug jerk.
I’m going to crawl back in my hole now.
[...] This post was mentioned on Twitter by Pursuit of Harpyness, Vyckie D. Garrison. Vyckie D. Garrison said: @TPoHarpyness: Friday Fuss Thread: I’m Gonna Go Eat Worms.: Well, it’s been pretty sucktacular ar… http://bit.ly/bByZXm #feminist #women [...]
Oh well, since you insist, may I rage about my midnight jaunt last week? There is plenty of profanity and some comedy ranting, petulance – but no hyperbole, this actually happened.
I got a phone call at midnight on Friday (I start work at 7am on Saturdays), answered it, assuming that no bugger will be calling me then if it’s not an emergency. It’s a (male) friend, slurring drunk, ‘Es, you’ve got to help me, I’m stranded in [dodgy part of town], I’ve got no money, I’ve broken my legs and I can’t get home, I’m too drunk and I can’t walk and I’m dyyyyyyiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnggggggg and I love you and come home with me and bring your work stuff and spend the night and we’ll fuck and it’ll be amazing and we can go to work together’ or words to that effect.
Me: WHAT THE FUCK?? YOU’VE GONE OUT AND GOTTEN SO PISSED YOU CAN’T WALK AND YOU’VE SPENT ALL YOUR MONEY AND YOU’VE WOKEN ME UP 6 HOURS BEFORE I HAVE TO GET UP AND YOU’RE PLANNING TO DRAG ME OUT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING NIGHT AND YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING TO GET A SHAG AS WELL?? ARE YOU FUCKING DELUSIONAL?
So I get dressed, swear a bit, find my keys, swear some more, get in the car, park in a gas station, phone him.
WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU? GET OVER TO MY CAR RIGHT NOW AND IF YOU’RE LUCKY I WONT HAVE GOTTEN BORED OF WAITING AND GONE BACK HOME.’
Him and his obnoxious friend who I had never met before and hope never to meet again, stumble over to my car (he is walking, so I assume he has not actually broken both legs), pour themselves in. Random friend starts being lippy, telling me to smile (which is a sure way to get my red mist coming down), trying to crack jokes etc. I tell him to shut up, I am not interested in speaking to him, not happy about being dragooned into taking some drunken stranger anywhere and he can shut up and sit still. He starts being rude.
I screech to a halt and order him out of my car. He starts kicking off at me again, saying he’s done nothing and why am I so arsey.
HOW THE FUCK DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT, I HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA WHO YOU ARE, YOU’RE IN MY CAR, I’M SAVING YOU A 3 MILE WALK HOME AND YOU FUCKING DARE GET LAIRY WITH ME. GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY CAR RIGHT NOW. (There was more, and more swearing, it was a truly inspired rant, but that was the gist. I am sure you can picture the rest.)
And I sat on the side of the main road, hazards and handbrake on, until the little fucker got out. Called me some choice names on the way, I told him exactly where he could stick his appalling rudeness.
Friend starts telling me about how he jumped off a bin and hurt his ankle and DO I LOOK LIKE I AM EVEN SLIGHTLY SYMPATHETIC, how much he owes me YOU HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA HOW MUCH YOU OWE ME YOU LITTLE BASTARD and how sorry he is OH YOU WILL BE FUCKING SORRY and then he starts banging on about me coming in and screwing him and how he’ll make it up to me by giving me orgasms all night. At this point, I see red.
YOU’VE GOTTEN ME OUT OF BED AND WOKEN ME UP AND I’VE BEEN DRIVING ROUND FUCKING [town] FOR HALF A FUCKING HOUR, YOUR ARSEHAT OF A FRIEND HAS INSULTED ME AND SWORN AT ME, I START WORK IN LESS THAN 7 FUCKING HOURS AND YOU THINK THIS IS THE TIME TO BE MAKING FUCKING LEWD COMMENTS? DON’T BE SO FUCKING RIDICULOUS, I AM ABSOLUTELY FUCKING FURIOUS WITH YOU AND YOU NEED TO JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP RIGHT THE HELL NOW AND NOT FUCKING SPEAK TO ME.
He shut up for about 2 minutes, then started again.
WHAT PART OF DO NOT FUCKING SPEAK TO ME ARE YOU NOT UNDERSTANDING? I DO NOT WANT TO HEAR YOUR VOICE.
and again.
WHEN I SAY DO NOT FUCKING SPEAK TO ME, WHAT EXACTLY DO YOU IMAGINE I MEAN??
mumbles: not to speak to you.
WELL FUCKING DONE. NOW BE FUCKING QUIET.
He shuts up for a bit, and then asks if he can speak.
NO YOU MAY NOT.
So we get to his house and I pull up, tell him to get the fuck out of my car and out of my sight. He tries again to get me to come in, refuses to get out of the car. Eventually I lose my patience, lean over him, open the door and shove him out, leaving him on his ass on the pavement and crawling towards his house.
Turned out he had actually shattered both his ankles and will be non-weight-bearing for three months… I am not particularly sympathetic! I wish he had been sober enough to remember my ranting – he was drunk enough to be walking on two shattered ankles, and while he remembers enough of it say that 1) I own his soul and 2) he is terrified of me for lie, I think it needs commemorating, because I don’t think I stopped swearing for the entire 25 minute drive to his house and my throat was sore for three days from the volume.
What would life be without regular kvetch-fests? Good for you, Dorkie, and I hope things turn around soon. I completely sympathize with the cat problem in particular. It’s so painful to see our beloved pets begin to fail, and it invariably comes with inconvenience to us, which adds guilt and compounds an already miserable situation.
Here’s mine: I’m SO f’ing furious with Obama and his bullshit with DADT! SO FURIOUS and frustrated I could cry. Since when do we need an orderly progression to overturn blatant, government-sponsored bigotry? Every single day I read the paper with trepidation to see how he’s disappointed me this time. You don’t have to be an Angry Black Man to stand up for justice, for God’s sake!
Here’s a link to an awesome, f-bomb-filled video: http://www.youtube.com/verify_age?next_url=http://www.youtube.com/watch%3Fv%3DohybtaEsOCM Enjoy!
I’m feeling frustrated with my students.
I love my job, and I’m well aware what a great gig university teaching is — it’s quite possibly the third-best job in the world, after rock star and vampire slayer.
But some days, the willful ignorance of students gets to me. Yesterday, I tried to use these GOTV posters to provoke discussion in my Cultural Studies class about politics and culture (and subjectivity and interpellation), but I had to provide so much explanation about the current state of American politics before they even understood the posters that it wasn’t a very effective discussion.
One said, “we have an African-American president now; what’s the big deal?” Few had heard of SB1070 in Arizona, and when I explained it, they thought it was a good idea. (Not everyone, of course. They’re seldom unanimous.)
I’ve been teaching long enough that I’m not surprised when students don’t know about particular current events or public policies, but I’m saddened and frustrated that they just don’t care. I could weep at the lack of intellectual curiosity.
Also, my shoulder hurts. I found out this week that it’s because the rotator cuff muscle(s) are torn, and I’m starting physical therapy today. Thanks, cat-hating big-ass dog, for pulling me off my feet going after a neighborhood kitty!
@mm so true!!!! Did you see Kathy Griffin talk about “Trickle down homophobia” !? http://www.queerty.com/kathy-griffin-blames-gay-suicides-on-trickle-down-homophobia-20101004/
I have a cold and the constant post-nasal drip down the back of my throat makes me feel gaggy.
Kthxbai.
I have a bacterial infection in my intestinal tract and can only eat Toast and Coca-cola. Did I mention I am in Grad school?
I hate bathrooms.
Going to crack. Just moved. My stuff is everywhere. I think I lost a few pots and pans. Phone is on and off broken. A friend died. I’m just getting over my period and a head cold. Traffic. Late paycheck=no money. Murderously annoyed with life.
I’m also crampy. And getting over a sinus infection that caused me to not get ANY work done this week and did I mention I have a pile of shit on my desk? And my car broke down yesterday (started smoking) and it will cost me over a grand to fix.
My in-laws are in town and they drive me up one wall and down another. They wanted grandkids so badly that my mom-in-law thought it was appropriate to ask me when I was having kids at my wedding reception, but they get here and they spend tons of time away from the house without even telling the kid they’re leaving and they tell him they’ll do things with him and then don’t. Do you know what it’s like to explain to a three-year-old that even though his grandma said she was going to pick him up from pre-school, she had something else to do, so would he please stop staring at the door and climb into the stroller so we can go home?
Also, I have a five month old, a three year old, and a husband, and I feel like I have to beg for time when there isn’t another human touching me. I know this part goes by quickly, but I’m exhausted by this phase of babyhood.
Seriously, my life is pretty near perfect, but I’m so frustrated I want to scream.
I have been posted at four funerals this week and am currently on the way to another one. I’m tired of people dying. I know it happens but the cold hard evidence in my face almost daily is starting to rub raw. I have an infection in my eye that is making it constantly water and our “military health care” makes sure I see a doctor who pays attention for five minutes and sends me out the door with eye drops, the warning that I should only come in AFTER I have loss of sight in that eye, and some asprin (he has such a full agenda daily since he is legally not allowed to turn anyone away so he has very little time to actually check you.)
I could have used this Wednesday.
The temp we hired to help us out because two of our four staff are out on medical leave quit after one day.
I had to do an assload of copying, and the copier broke down. My boss was a big jetlagged baby and grovelled until I got him coffee.
Everyone in the office was on the verge of screaming, faculty were being complete assheads and making more work for everybody, which also lead to me discovering that one of the faculty has been pissed at me for SIX FUCKING YEARS because I was “flippant” at him.
On the way home I got motionsick on the but (no barfing, just queasy), my coffee mug tipped in my lunch bag and dripped through the bag all over the front of my skirt, and my socks had scrunched down inside my new (needing breaking in) Doc Marten’s, and made my feet hurt.
I went home and just sulked.
@Av0gadro: My in-laws don’t come to my house. And I don’t go to their’s. It works out much better for everyone this way.
To everyone else, I hope things turn around and you all have a restorative weekend!
I am so ripe for this! I have spent all fucking week rebuilding data sets and running and rerunning analyses that keep fucking failing all because I didn’t take good enough fucking notes on what the fuck I was doing fucking 6 months ago when I developed these methods and wrote these code chunks! In other words, I brought this shit on myself! FAIL. I don’t want to think about how much work (shitty, boring, tedious work) I end up creating for myself because, evidently, I’m a DOLT.
I’m going to give myself the finger and get back to work now.
I just started grad school and even though I know it’ll be awesome once I start doing research, I feel like I’ve had to go backwards — all I’m doing right now is grading problem sets and doing my own problem sets and it’s boring and tedious. I drove over a curb in my boyfriend’s car and broke the tire and he had to get it replaced — now I feel like I am a terrible driver and he should not trust me with his car. He’s upset because his face still hurts from getting his wisdom teeth out and he also has annoying TAing.
Can I just say, students these days are such punks! The class I TA for is sophomores in college and I swear to god they act like sophomores in high school — text in class, sleep in class, video games in class, complain about points being taken off for any reason, turn in homeworks without names, turn in homeworks that are written on the back of returned assignments from other classes, turn in homeworks that have “I didn’t feel like doing this problem” written on them instead of solutions…good god. They ask for extra office hours and never show up. It’s SO irritating. Punks. Grumble.
Well for starters, it’s bloody pouring rain and blowing 50 km/h wind outside. My umbrella is broken and I have to take the bus home from work. There isn’t even a stupid shelter at the bus stop nearest my office.
Then, I saw this posted on Facebook:
Big ( • )( • ) or small (.)(.) Save them all. Repost for Breast Cancer Awareness
And after that I read an article about a local boy being bullied and physically abused at school. The school board has refused to let him transfer but has oh-so-kindly allowed him to leave five minutes early.
http://www.cbc.ca/canada/nova-scotia/story/2010/10/13/ns-school-bullied-boy.html?ref=rss&loomia_si=t0:a16:g4:r4:c0:b0
Is that cranky enough?
@ Kristine: it gets even worse! This is the one I saw on Facebook: Attention:Fake (+)(+), Perfect (o)(o), Perky (*)(*),Cold (^)(^) and even Grandmas\o/ \o/ Big ( • )( • ) or small (.) (.) Save Them All. REPOST for Breast Cancer Awareness!
GRRRRRR!!
I work for a dying industry and every bloody day I have to phone or email people to pitch stories which they then don’t bother to reply to or if they do they say ‘sorry such and such a very well-known US star just isn’t well-known enough in the UK’.
In addition to making me concerned about money this also corrodes my soul by making me dislike my own country for being a parochial backwater obsessed by crap z list reality television stars and insistent that they are more important that well-known actors, musicians, authors, fill in the blanks here.
Then when I do actually manage to sell something the PA in the UK goes on holiday and because all UK newspaper section heads have had their thumbs and fingers surgically removed in addition to the parts of their brains which are supposed to process financial payments nobody is able to click on the sodding invoice form until the PA gets back from said two week holiday which means that I won’t get paid the pifflingly small amount they owe me until December at the earliest which in turn means that my account will go over its overdraft limit as I have loan and debt repayments to make which will infuriate my bank manager and lead to a tense and blood-pressure raising conversation in which I will unfortunately not be able to negotiate a loan to cover said overdraft issue because I no longer live in the UK so instead I must accept the 150 dollar charges which will be added to my account in November which will in turn screw my finances still further as I will still be waiting for the incompetent British newspaper to pay me ALL BECAUSE THEY CAN’T PRESS A DAMN BUTTON IF THE PA IS AWAY.
Arggghh
Right other than that everything is fine – well as fine as it can be when you have a three year old and 14 month old and a baby due in March – but to be honest those are down to my own incompetence/past levels of insobriety so I don’t really feel I can bitch about them.
@ Isa
Ahhhhhh! No fucking way. That’s it. I’m going to go stand in the pouring rain. It’s better than looking at this any longer.
Happy Friday!
After reading the other comments I forgot what my fussing was about, but it couldn’t have been nearly as bad as these.
My most recent complaint is that someone (not me) scheduled a birthday celebration in the office for 4 pm on a Friday, effectively ensuring no one (me) could sneak out early. Yes, I am complaining about eating cake.
Lyle Lovett is finally playing an affordable show and it is in College Station (200 miles away) and on a Thursday. WTF!
Sorry, tomorrow’s my birthday and I just got back from vacation, in different circumstances I promise I could hold my own.
@ Kristine
Imagine someone sitting there at their keyboard, looking over the symbols to decide which one looked like what kind of boobs…and I’m absolutely sure (not) that the only reason (as if) that they did that is that they care so much (bullshit) about the poor wimmunzez with their cancer that they were moved to create this ever-so effective (NOT!) campaign for Facebook.
My ass hurts. This is going to AmBam overshare, deal with it or don’t read it.
A few days ago I found some sort of bug bite/pimple/eczema bump inside the crack of my ass. It’s right where I can’t see it no matter how I twist or turn or bend and even with a mirror there’s no way to get a well lit look at it without a friend and a flashlight. Because of it’s location, it has become irritated and possibly infected because I’m constantly rubbing it raw every time I shift in my seat or get some panties up my bum (not to mention that being so close my pooper proper can’t be ideal for healing).
Most of you have probably never had to apply anti-biotic ointment and a band -aid to your butt crack – I do not recommend it as a good way to spend a Friday morning…though it would probably make a funny picture.
So when your Friday sucks, just think “at least I don’t have a painful, possibly pustulating wound on my ass.”
@AmBam: Girl, you need to get that checked out by a doctor.
Becky – it’s not doctor worthy yet. I’m going to give it extra TLC over the weekend and decide then.
PS – it’s not a herpe! I know you’re all thinking it.
@AmBam: Nah, I wasn’t thinking herpes (you’d be more likely to have that on your vulva). I’m probably paranoid from reading that Jezebel “10 Grossest Stories” post—I think one or two of them were about just what you’re describing gone (even more) horribly wrong.
@Kristine: Christ on a bicycle. Someone out there needs to grow the f up. (I’m sorry, I just can’t bring myself to drop f-bombs in their entirety on a site my [adult!] daughter reads.)
How much do you want to bet that some horny adolescent loser decided to get clever with the keyboard, created a little wankfest for himself, then sanctimoniously claimed after the fact that it was to “raise awareness for breast cancer”. I hope he and his keyboard have a long, happy, and isolated relationship.
I’d be thinking herpes if someone else was telling the story! But that’s because when I worked in a clinic, there were plenty of patients whose viral STDs presented at the back door more often than on their vulva. So many, actually, that we theorized there was a single infected casanova behind (snicker) it all.
that last post was @BeckySharper…forgive my simultaneous gross out and lack of commenting etiquette.
My whine: On Sunday, I put some new cover-up on my face. I’m sensitive to a lot of things lately, so I tested it out on my wrist first. No bad reaction. It usually happens for me fairly quickly if it’s going to happen at all. Not this time. So… I used it, thinking it okay. 15 hours later, voila! BRIGHT RED BLISTERING BURN ON MY FACE! It was so painful and looked like alligator skin.
Two bright spots: I think I have figured out what ingredient it is that is causing this: phenoxyethanol. I thought I was reacting to sunscreens, but this item is a preservative and fragrance masker. It’s strongly limited for cosmetic use in the EU and Japan. In 2008, the FDA put a warning out on it, but just a warning.
2nd bright spot I want to share: This has happened to me in the past, before I knew what was causing this reaction. I treated it like an eczema-type reaction. Wrong. It is truly a burn. I treated it as such: ice, yogurt, aloe, etc.. and things calmed down so much more quickly this time than when I was using moisturizers and lotions.
Also, I didn’t go to the doctor because they always want to give me a prednisone shot, and I’ve always felt it kind of makes things worse.
@baraqiel: It’s been almost ten years since I TA’d. and I’m pretty sure the students have always been punks. I probably was too and don’t even realize it.
@PetiteXL: My husband has a huge sensitivity to an obscure chemical he sometimes had to use in the lab in grad school. All the doctors would ever do was try to give him prednisone or cortisone. It was like they were completely unable to see a rash or swelling and not think “Steroid!”
@baraqiel – I’m TAing now too, and OMG – these students are terrible! They’re always surfing the internet during class, and worse have the guts to be totally open about it. One guy stood up on the way to break and announced to everyone within hearing distance that he’d been on Facebook the whole time, and the same guy once told me that he basically just made stuff up. Which I’d already figured out, but really? I TAed as an undergrad ~15 years ago as well, and while there were some issues (e.g., I caught a few students cheating), the problems weren’t nearly as common and the students not nearly as obnoxious as today (and both my current and my undergrad schools are highly-ranked private universities).
For those who are TA’ing, check this out:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rK8B_7n1IdM
My fuss is that I’m thesising.. my muse however has disappeared for a bit, and I’m having trouble finishing off the writing. I think I’ve got too much research as well..
I’ve got the sorest boobs ever, and no it’s not that time of the month, and there’s no rational reason for them to be hurting so.
My significant other has had problems with his graduate project, and looks like part of it won’t be put in the graduation catalogue (and I’m the one he’s having a whinge at)..
My housemate is a pain in the ass at the moment, very passive aggressive, and isn’t terribly helpful in cleaning up her mess. Often leaving her dishes and crap for me and the significant other to clean up. So I’ve gone on dishwashing strike.
/end fuss..
AvO, viajera, and baraqiel: It’s not because you’re TAs, it’s because students are shitweasels who can’t cut the umbilicus. It was one thing when I had students looking up stuff on Wikipedia to show off in class (BISH, PLZ), but now I know they’re on YouTube and FB and whatever-the-fuck-else. IM-ing, texting, dicking around. Cheezits-Maude, they’re ultimately hurting themselves (it does show in their performance), but it is SO fucking disrespectful.
I’ve made it clear that devices are not welcome in my class, but that doesn’t stop them, because they apparently think I’m stupid, or blind, or both. I haven’t quite figured out how to address it, or whether to ignore it and know that they’re shooting themselves in the foot.
I don’t know if this helps the TAs, but in my first year there was this lecturer who said there were 3 rules he had in his lecture: 1. if your mobile phone goes off, you have to leave (he stopped the lecture until the mobile phone ringing people left), 2. if you talk during the lecture, you have to leave (once again he stopped the lecture until the talkative ones left), 3. lectures are not compulsory to attend, so if you don’t want to be there, don’t come.
seemed to work. Though I don’t know how he’d go policing laptop users, maybe rule 3 covered it?
Oh a place to whinge! Let’s go…
My Dad and his wife are here visiting from Australia on the occasion of the birth of my second child. They are driving me CRAZY. I love my Dad, I do, but his new wife goads him into displaying the worst parts of his character. They are so not helpful at all. They do stupid shit like say to me at 6.15pm- just when I’m preparing to get a three year old and a 2 month old in bed BY MYSELF becuase my husband is working late- “um, can we have dinner now because we want to go to a concert at 7.30″. I told them to order Thai and then I disappeared upstairs with the kids only to emerge and hour and half later, post two baby baths, nappy changes, breastfeeding and bedtime books to discover that they either ate or didn’t order the dish I asked for.
I am at home with the kids full time at the moment, and I can definitely wrangle both during the day, it’s just really hard to do that all day when I’m trying to be conscious of not annoying people with the baby’s cries and not having my boobs out in front of my Dad every couple of hours.
ALSO. They booked this trip without consulting me and just one day out of the blue announced they were coming to stay for a week and that “oops, we seemed to have booked the return flight on the day of your birthday but don’t worry, we’ll have some sort of celebration before we go”. QUOTE VERBATIM. Way to make me feel like a loser, Dad. Am I that sad a person that I am reduced to accepting wrong day, compensatory celebrations on my THIRTIETH BIRTHDAY from my Dad of all people? Also, don’t worry Dad, I totally can drive you to the airport ON MY THIRTIETH BIRTHDAY because I have nothing else to do.
@Avogardo, I feel you.
And I can’t even complain about it on Facebook becuase I am friends with my Dad on Facebook.
Related: since when are there so many old people on Facebook?
Further related: Why can’t I work out how to use the limited profile settings properly?
Ooh, I’ve been saying for years that I need a separate, no-family profile! It’s so unfair when you can’t bitch about your passive aggressive mother-in-law or your (85 year old!) racist grandma because they’re on Facebook too. Why is an octegenarian on Facebook?
Oh right. Because my mother told there were pictures of her great-grandchildren on there. Maybe I should create a separate account for Av0.
FYI, y’all…I just approved Es’s comment, which was languishing in the mod queue. Scroll back up for a looksee.
And I think she wins.
@AmBam, Thank you for the over share. That actually made me feel way better. I will now be going to my new job think ing “at least I don’t have a painful, possibly pustulating wound on my ass.”
Puts things right back into perspective.
Perhaps an overshare, but for the second time in two months, I have a god damned yeast infection and a UTI at the same time. And you can guess what’s due to start any hour now, just to help thing out. I want to claw out my ladybits with a rusty spork.
@ Av0, STML, Es and TrishB – you all win
I hope things get better for each of you, very quickly!
Wow, Es, that brings drunk dialing to a whole new low. Ruining your night *and* telling you that sex with him will compensate for ruining your night. They’re both lucky you didn’t run them over.
Yep, I think Es wins The Golden Crab.
And thanks to all of for the giggles and sighs and perspective, and most of all for your acceptance–nay, embrace!–of the occasional need for a good old-fashioned whinge.
Hugz and drinks all around.
I just had to put this somewhere. I’ve seen the extended ‘big and small’ thing (in fact, someone sent it to me, because I’ve been being a killjoy about the memes on fb. I believe there is also a male ‘prostate cancer’ one in which they describe how they like their horror movies. It is supposed to be parody.)
Anyway, I saw this today
http://news.icanhascheezburger.com/2010/10/18/political-pictures-brest-awareness/
Breast awareness week! Cancer? What cancer?