Whenever I see breast cancer awareness campaigns that sexualize breasts/place the importance of breasts over the person suffering from breast cancer I remember this story I read on a cancer forum of a woman who had a double mastectomy and how a little after she got dropped off by her husband at the clinic for a checkup and he never came to pick her up, and how she eventually took a cab home and he had taken all his things and just LEFT
and multiple stories from other women who had mastectomies and how their husbands either left them, cheated on them, or were no longer attracted to them because they didn’t have a breast/breasts anymore. And that shit makes me so mad. You can argue all you want that they’re isolated cases but this is what happens when you put the importance on the sexualization of breasts over the well being of the survivor. The person suffering from cancer is ALWAYS, ALWAYS going to be more important. Treatment for cancer is so fucking difficult, it’s both physically and psychologically torturous and the fact that these people survived these ordeals only to deal with this misogynistic dehumanizing shit makes me want to fucking fight everyone. It makes me so goddamn mad.
It’s breast cancer awareness month so I’m bringing this back. Fuck your “save the tata’s” shirt; save, support, and love the people fighting this awful disease. They are so beautiful and so, so important and deserving with or without breasts.
Not to mention women (like my mother) feel pressured to get implants after their surgeries which can come with its own slew of complications like incapsulated tissue and silicone poisoning which is not only extremely painful but can also create symptoms like pneumonia and lymphatic problems, making it difficult to diagnose.
today i learned that the people who were like let’s give drugs to spiders and see what happens in the 90s were the same who back in the 70s decided to send spiders into space and see what happens. so they did. they did that. they sent two spiders named anita and arabella (aw!) and what happened was at first they built really shitty webs in zero gravity to the surprise of exactly no one. but a couple of days later they took those embarrassing messes down and built nicer webs. when they died they were put in the smithsonian and you can go see their tiny spider carcasses if that’s a thing you want to do.
also they brought a jumping spider on the international space station and it did fine, just. hanging around. being a jumping spider in zero gravity. then they brought it back to earth to see what it would do and what it did was it kept falling on its ass when trying to jump. you can see a bit of it here if that’s also a thing you want to do.
Pick one that you like and that you won’t mind telling people for the rest of your life.
So probably don’t go with something super obscure because then you’ll seem like a pretentious dickbag (unless it’s something you’ve worked with and then can relate to), but other than that pick whatever one speaks to your soul or whatever.
Carbon is always good for the element of life, and hydrogen is pretty elegant if you frame it right, and ofc there’s always oxygen and nitrogen for relate-ability or a coinage metal for that shiny vibe.
Idk man, it’s your tattoo. Pick something you like. It doesn’t have to be that deep if you don’t want it to be.
First thing that comes to my mind is mercury, for being the only metal that’s liquid at room temperature.
Tattoos can be deep, but they can also just be something kinda neat that you want to have on yourself.
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