Nothing is sacred

After months of nothing, I'm coming back with what's becoming an annual tradition: a righteously indignant rant on pinkwashing. Didn't you miss me?

Komen's in bed with some fracking company that's no doubt paid handsomely for the privilege of using that signature pink on its drill bits. You've seen it on going around the Internet, I know you have, so I'm not linking to it here, because I refuse to give either party more attention than they deserve.

Aside from a really horrible tagline (seriously, who writes this sh*t?), the whole thing is just completely busted. Fracking. A process that, when done successfully, creates and spreads carcinogenic chemicals and by-products. So yes, by all means, fork over some good cash money to get the blessing of the best-known breast cancer organization in North America.

For shame, Komen. FOR. SHAME. With the majority of breast cancers caused by environmental exposures, are you seriously getting involved with a company that profits from increasing the cancer risk of its employees and neighbors? 

Since my own brush with cancer, I've not had a lot of respect for Komen. It's not really a popular view, given all the money they channel to the cause. But to whose benefit? How have survival rates increased? How are diagnoses decreasing? I'm not here to win any popularity contests. I'm here to call bullish*t, which is what this is, big time. 

Happy Friday,
Jazzy