Belated Pink Link!

It's been an uncomfortable week. I haven't sat down to the computer in days because it's extremely painful to sit down. This is because I'm experiencing a stress-related side effect, the details of which I need not share. I'll say only that Preparation-H has been no help.

I missed a Thursday Pink Link. So, Friday's Thursday Pink Link is the following:

We have a tie.

Parin sent me this one.

It epitomizes something. . . Hard to pinpoint what, exactly, irks me about it.

Let's start with this: Wouldn't a ped egg normally be pink? It's a tool mostly used by women. It is stored in the bathroom. It's for maintaining physical beauty. Why wouldn't it be pink?

But, slap a little ribbon on it, and suddenly the pink product becomes a Breast Cancer Awareness product.

I'm annoyed that the color pink has in this way been so totally co-opted. Poor, poor pink. You can't be merely pink anymore.

Sister #1 sent me this one along with the comment, "I'm not sure if all the teams have followed up with this option, but the Chicago Bears seem to have gotten into the jewelry business."

"Business," indeed. Which is why this link earns the award for "Most Obvious and Shameful Attempt to Capitalize on Pink Think."

Note that it's only "a portion" of the proceeds from the profit of bracelet sales will go to "fight against breast cancer." What portion? 5%? 10%? That's making Dick Sporting Goods more money than if they paid for ad space to sell it at a mere 20% off.

And, on a more pragmatic level, Who wants a Chicago Bears-Breast Cancer bracelet? The only person buying this piece of jewelry is the idiot Bears fan who thinks his wife--just because she watches the games with him--would rather have NFL gear on her wrist than, say, diamonds.

Of course, for $17.95, he can't buy her diamonds. So maybe Pink is the cheaper, and therefore better, option. . .

B, G and J Day: High and Tight

B:

I mentioned Bryan's retirement last week. A few of you asked what he'll do after 31 May.

It looks very likely now that he will continue to do the very same work, for the same command, only in civilian attire. He is hoping to move into a GS position when it comes online in a few months, and is right now in negotiations with a defense contracting firm to become a contractor for this command until the GS slot becomes available.

Bryan is very pleased with all of this. He really likes his work and really likes the people he works with and for, so he's happy to stay. We're extremely grateful that it looks like he'll have a smooth transition into the civilian workforce. It's been a wonderful provision from God. And it's nice not to have even more big decisions to make. . .

G:

She was sick all of last week. She had a fever and congestion that moved into her ears, so I actually took her to the doctor. Mostly, she just wanted to lie on the couch, watching PBS kid shows. But partly, she wanted to lie there with me next to her.

I did this often--parked myself on the couch. I was usually reading something as we sat together, but now and then, I'd pay attention to what she was watching. At one point, I tuned in to see a dinosaur character talking to the Wiggles, who are 4 grown men living juvenile lives and singing a few songs about it.

I asked Gemma, "Is that a real dinosaur?" Meaning, of course, "Is that dinosaur a character in the show the way Barney is a character? Or is the character really a person who, for this episode, is wearing a dinosaur costume?"

It is not her fault for not getting my meaning.

She answered, with brow furrowed, "In the show, it's supposed to be a real dinosaur, but I think when we see dinosaurs like that in movies, it's really a person in a costume. I think. I'm not sure. . ."

J:

My hair continues to grow. It has gotten to a length that is as short as short can be while still oddly having a feminine look to it. I really should just show you a photo. . .

But until then, you'll have to trust me. It's still pretty short.

We got Joshua's hair cut this weekend. A high and tight. Adorable. His whole face seems 15 degrees brighter now.

When Bryan dropped him off today at his AWANA room, the teacher said, "You got a hair cut just like Daddy's!"

And Joshua said, "No, like Mommy's."

So. Maybe you don't need a photo to picture it after all. . .