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So proud of my mother for doing her own research after I sent her that meme. A sign she hung in her car window.
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Is this true?
Not only is it true, it gets worse. The Susan G Komen For The Cure Foundation has actually successfully sued “competing” charities, because (paraphrasing) their “message or branding was infringing.”
You read that correctly: they took money that people had donated to cure cancer, and hired attorneys with it, to sue ANOTHER group of people trying to find a cure for cancer, who, in turn, had to us their donated money to hire their own legal counsel to defend themselves.
Yeah signal boost because not enough people know about this and seriously FUCK SUSAN G. KOMEN THEY ARE THE ACTUAL WORST
Some links…
http://thinkbeforeyoupink.org/
http://www.somethingawful.com/feature-articles/for-the-cure/
http://thestir.cafemom.com/in_the_news/132728/susan_g_komen_foundation_has
(reblogged in honor of my mother, who died of breast cancer, 11/13/97)
Reblog every time I see it. Roughly once a month.
Also please never forget the pink fracking drill bit
that’s right fracking you know, a process using chemicals known to cause cancer that leech into the water supply
http://www.triplepundit.com/2014/10/baker-hughes-fights-breast-cancer-pink-fracking-drill-bits/
http://www.nbcnews.com/health/cancer/pink-drill-bits-bring-complaints-komen-tie-fracking-n223166
It’s that time of year again, please remember Komen is the actual worst
Komen For The Cure is pretty much awful.
My mother died in 1996 from breast cancer. Most cancer charities are scams, in that people throw fancy parties and get rich off them and very little money goes into research or support for patients. Here are some vetted cancer charities that get good scores on Charity Navigator and pay medical expenses or fund research:
Breast Cancer Research Foundation
Cancer Research Institute
Dana-Farber Cancer Institute
63 four star rated cancer charities on charity navigator
Signal boosting this
Signal boosting for the better charity options listed by @imaginarycircus.
This thread omg
just because i’m short doesn’t mean i can’t hit you with a music stand
My new meds make my skin throw a fit. It’s not terribly bad, just a few things here and there, but it’s bumming me out because I’ve never really had too many run-ins with acne.
My four-year-old sister, however, is under the impression that it’s just “3D freckles”, and that they look very, very pretty. She wants all of my freckles to “pop out”, especially the ones across my nose; they’re her favourite.
And it puts me in this weird position where I can’t say, “No, this is acne, and it’s bad,” because I don’t want to teach her that it’s a bad to have unclear skin, you know?
Because the more I think about interactions I have with children, the more I realise that children will consistently compliment “flaws” until they’ve been taught not to.
Like, a kid at the library, whose sister has vitiligo, saw my scars once and suggested that his sister and I should be cats for Halloween, since I have “tabby skin” and she has “calico skin”. “I can be a black cat,” he immediately added. “It’s not AS cool, but they’re the spookiest.”
When I started losing weight, my little brother immediately demanded that I gain it back, because I wasn’t as comfortable to cuddle with anymore.
And my other little sister always wants to wear her paint-stained clothes to school so that “everyone can tell [she’s] an artist”.
I don’t know. I guess talking to little kids just reminds me that all of this superficial shit we worry about really is 100% made up.
Or how a little kid once complimented me on my 'teeth jewelry' back when I had braces...
my friend is studying for the mcat and was just trying to explain to me about heat transfer and she said ‘you know, like the reason you get cold when you go outside on a freezing day is that your tiny human body is trying to warm up the entire universe’ and i think that’s the best thing i have ever heard
you know ive hit quality blogging when i post a picture of 16 vicars riding oblivion
#oh my god
That’s what they said
I love how many of them are praying
man that one in the front right corner just does not give a fuck
And by looking at that picture, you can experience the roller coaster… vicariously.
even better than the one in the front right corner: the one in the front middle who’s like HELL YEAH HELL YEAH HELL YEAH
Wait but there are more!
Now this is the sort of quality religious content I want to see on my dashboard
SEEMS LIKE A HELL OF A RIDE
HOLY WATER SLIDE
Reddit user HeMeYou was left “overwhelmed” by advice from online strangers after accidentally discovering his son might be gay.
The 38-year-old father posed the question to Reddit after finding Google searches on his son’s iPad suggesting he wanted to come out.
He said: “I found out my 13 y/o son is gay… He hasn’t told me, but I want to support him. What can I do?”
I’m 38, and a single dad to my 13 year old son, 14 in four months. The other day I asked my son if I could borrow his iPad and he gave it to me.
After my first attempt at Google searching something I noticed that he forgot to delete his history as a lot of the search terms were along the lines of “I’m gay what now?” etc…
I love him regardless of which gender he loves, in fact when I was slightly older than him I had a few flings with guys, which he doesn’t know about, so I am 100% supportive.
He has seemed slightly down recently, as in, he isn’t as cheerful as he once was, and I desperately want to tell him that I love him regardless of which sexuality he is.
What are my options? Should I wait for him to tell me? Or should I make a few hints at it?
I’m worried that if I don’t hint at it, that he will be worried about something that he really doesn’t have to be worried about… if that makes sense. Thanks.
Shortly after, he received a flood of supportive messages, with many users offering advice based on their own experiences.
One user posted: “Google ‘how to tell my son I will love and support him no matter what’ and leave it in his search history.”
Another said: “Let him come out on his own terms, just make sure he knows that you’ll support him and you don’t have a problem with it.”
The father, who wished to remain anonymous, told Buzzfeed the response to his post was “overwhelmingly helpful and kind.”
A few days later, HeMeYou posted an update on what he ended up doing:
I started off with talking about general media with him, for instance I mentioned how awesome it was that Tim Cook (CEO of Apple) came out as being gay and I asked him what he thought about it and I was completely expecting him to give a typical teenager response like “yeah.. its good” or something like that but he actually gave me a detailed response which I absolutely loved because for the first time in a good while I’ve actually held a conversation with my son that felt really… rewarding.
I also wanted to talk to him about how I’ve noticed that he’s not been acting as cheerful as he usually has and I sort of gave the cliche spiel of “I love you no matter what and I just want to see you be happy” but I didn’t get much of a response that time apart from “yeah I know..”
The next day as I picked him up from school I thought I’d ask him about any crushes he has, and I wanted to make sure I didn’t say a gender when I asked him, so instead of ‘he’ or ‘she’ I used ‘they’ etc.. Here is that conversation as I remember it…
Me: So, do you have a crush on anyone? Son: Uhm… no..m..maybe.. Me: Ohhh so who is the lucky person? At this point he sort of looked at me slightly confused, I’m not 100% sure why, but I’m assuming it is because I said “lucky person” rather than “lucky girl”. Son: Just someone from my french class… Me: Oh yeah… so what do you like about them? Son: Just.. stuff.. Me: Okay.. but.. like what? Son: I donno they’re just kinda funny I guess…
At this point I dropped the conversation but just before I did I told him “Well, whoever it is, they should be so lucky to have you as a boyfriend..” and while I didn’t see it, I certainly felt as though he was rolling his eyes at my cheesy comments.
At the dinner table the same day, while we were eating we had a couple minutes of silence, not much was heard apart from the cutlery and my son finally said “I actually wanted to tell you something in the car, but I was afraid you’d get in an accident..”
I looked up from my plate and looked at him straight in the eyes… I could see he was thinking about something and all I could think of was “OMG this is it…”
He said “Dad..” with a couple seconds of silence “..I’m gay”.
I looked at him and couldn’t help myself from smiling, and I told him “____, you know I love you so much… right?” and I got up and gave him a huge hug.
He even started to cry on my shoulder and because of that I couldn’t help myself but shed a couple tears.
Concluding his post, he said: “After dinner and after he finished his homework we both lay in our pyjamas on the sofa, while I was watching the Cooking Channel and he was playing on his iPad.
“I had my arm around him and he was leaning his head on my chest, and all I could think of was that I’m the happiest father on earth right now.”
Anyone else weep real Jesus tears after reading this?
THIS IS WHAT A TRUE FUCKING PARENT DOES. TAKE GODDAMN NOTES.
It really can be this easy.
I need this on my page. I needed to remember nice people exist today.
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My band director sets up all the chairs in the band room in the morning (if the janitors stacked them to clean the floor the previous night) and when he thinks no one’s looking, he says each of his 85 students’ names as he puts down their chair. :’)
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Today little sister cracks open a second egg and mom’s eyes dart across the kitchen. ‘You are not supposed to eat more than one egg a day you know that is far too much cholesterol.’ The first meal I ate at the hospital was a two-egged omelette drenched in cheese. My mother sat across from me while the nurses and social workers retaught her how to feed me. They told her I was not allowed to hide cheese under my plate, or pick off the tortilla shell and avoid the egg yolk. They told her there were new rules, now 3000 to 5000 calories a day, every day no more sugar-free jello egg whites and tea That night we went to the grocery store and felt the world tilt upside down We walked passed the low fat, no cholesterol sugar-free Until we hit the goldmine: poppyseed muffins, ice cream bars whole milk full fat butter. Foods that would make my heart beat regularly again and put life back in my eyes. Today I tell my mother I think it is fine for little sister to eat two eggs, cholesterol be damned. But she looks me in the eye and says “It’s different for you.” This is the same phrase she repeats when I ask her why she does not want us to cook noodles for mother’s day dinner or why she is not eating sugar this week. It is a phrase which means: because you showed so much control that you grew out of control You are Hereby Exempt from the Dieting Culture It is a phrase which means, ‘I am drawing a firm line between the South Beach diet The No-Carb diet The No-Sugar diet The Atkins diet The You Are Inherently Flawed and in Need of Fixing Diet and illness.’ Because nobody likes to think about the fact that perhaps we are all playing with fire that perhaps The American Dream (and by this I mean weight loss) is nothing but a smokescreen. That perhaps shrinking oneself successfully does not actually move mountains, paint your soul in bright gold, or part the seas. That perhaps making ourselves disappear won’t fix the real problems our good intentions will never pave the path to heaven. Tomorrow when I wake up I am going to breathe in the morning air and thank the universe for poppyseed muffins, ice cream bars whole milk full fat butter I am going to change the world and fry two eggs for breakfast.
Sarah T, Two Eggs (via comemorningslight)
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Oh my god I’m obsessed with this.
Mom: Ok, now for the smashed potatoes. Brother: You mean mashed potatoes? Me: You're making drunk potatoes??