What Do YOU Think about Pink?
Sometimes when I see pink it makes me see red. And in the midst of National Breast Cancer Awareness Month, I've been seeing a lot of red, er, pink.
I know that many women with breast cancer are comforted by the pink ribbons that bloom in October. The ribbons show that people are aware of our suffering and want to alleviate it. I, too, am touched by well-meaning efforts to support women with breast cancer.
But there are aspects of the annual pink-ribbon bonanza that disturb me:
The pink ribbons exploit my illness as a marketing opportunity for businesses to promote products of all kinds and build a base of loyal customers. Buying pink ribbons or ribbon-labeled merchandise from companies that donate a few pennies from each purchase lulls consumers into feeling they have done their part in eradicating the disease.
Meanwhile, sponsorship of breast-cancer nonprofits by pharmaceutical companies limits nonprofits' freedom to think and act with independence. If a manufacturer of conventional chemotherapy drugs provides vital financial support for an advocacy organization, how likely is that organization to question the value of those drugs?
Then there's the rah-rah factor. Like the tissue carnations in a homecoming parade, the pink ribbons generate a premature sense of victory that obscures the truth, which is that relatively little progress has been made in preventing, treating or curing breast cancer.
And perhaps nearly as detrimental, that rah-rah spirit invokes the importance of a "positive attitude." The flip side of the belief in the curative value of a positive attitude is the notion that women have only themselves to blame if they do not survive --- and thrive.
So I've stopped reflexively reaching into my pocket when I see pink. Instead of buying beribboned products, I've started writing checks directly to the organizations that I know from experience are helping women with breast cancer and aiding in the search for causes and effective treatments. That way I know that the full amount goes where it counts.
Posted October 18, 2010.
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