Do you display one of those pink ribbons for Breast Cancer Awareness? How aware are you really?
I'm someone who believes that there are really few, if any, incurable diseases and/or conditions. Among those that seem to be incurable, many, if not most, are avoidable. Cancer falls into either category. We often set ourselves up for cancers by our lifestyles through what we ingest, inhale or absorb through our skin. We cripple our immune systems and render them too weak to do their jobs from these poor practices as well as through poor nutrition needed to fuel our systems properly. Not easy to do as we live our lives in today's world, but not impossible if we really care enough. Like most of life, it's a matter of trade-offs, a little work and study, and some of that nasty self-discipline.
Self-discipline. That's the hardest part. Doing what's best and avoiding what ain't. Here's a trade-off for ya: the pill or no sex? Of course, one could say, the pill or condoms. Either way. The pill has been shown to raise the chances of breast cancer, especially in young women who have not yet been pregnant. (Irony here. Doing what one tries to avoid might prevent what one doesn't want.) This article presents information that should be more public but isn't.
Like the abortion/breast cancer link, the pill/breast cancer link is downplayed. You'd think feminist groups like NOW and NARAL would be sounding the alarms...oh wait. They LOVE abortion and the pill. They love the pill so much they insist on a morning after version which is just the pill at a larger dose. OK, that's just a joke. Not the part about feminists loving abortion and the pill. The joke is that they are really looking out for womanhood. They aren't looking out for women anymore than GLSEN is looking out for homosexuals. If they really cared, this stuff about connections with cancer wouldn't be underplayed. What it amounts to is an incredibly heinous lie that leads to death or disfigurement.
It's simple, really. Do you like your breasts? I do. I don't want to see them harmed in the least. They look good on you, they belong on your chests and someday some baby of yours might want lunch. Why take chances? To get laid? C'mon. You're supposed to be liberated now. Why use your liberation to be like the men you considered immature? Why put yourself at risk? Take charge of yourselves and you'll be taking care of yourselves.