SAVE THE TATAS!

This is as much a post about philosophy and theology as it is about breast cancer. How can that be? Let me explain.

I've felt a twinge of guilt for a long time because I didn't get into the whole pink ribbon breast cancer awareness thing. I wouldn't. Couldn't make myself do it, and didn't want to try.

It isn't that I'm callous. It's that I don't really want to walk around thinking about breast cancer.

Consider the scripture, "As a man thinketh in his heart, so is he." It's echoed in the Eastern religions, and New Age beliefs. What you think about, you either become or draw to yourself.

Now, maybe it doesn't extend to disease, but you know what? I'm not willing to take that chance. It might look selfish or uncaring, but there it is.

But then, something lovely-wonderful happened. I was in the Etsy forums, chatting away about who knows what, when I noticed the avatar of another poster, Payson Winters . Here it is:

Now, that's a slogan I can get behind! I will happily walk around all day, every day, smiling about saving TaTas! They're fun. Saving them is GOOD.

Even better, there appears to be an entire industry promoting the idea. I didn't know it, but I've waited a long time for a t-shirt like this:



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Save the Tatas!