This is disgusting and these girls should be ashamed of themselves.
I mean really, who goes and does both Marvel and DC in the same photoshoot anyway? Terrible.
there shall be no mixing of the comics universes; it is an abomination
the bible says Stan and Lee not Stan Lee and DC.
Reblogging for the bible comment
i know i’m not the only one that thinks they are
Ssshhhhh we’re doing that thing where we avoid the obvious
This is honestly the best poster I have found in a while supporting breast cancer awareness. I am honestly so sick of seeing, “set the tatas free” and “save the boobies”. There is no reason in hell a life threatening, life ruining disease should be sexualized. “Don’t wear a bra day,” go fuck yourselves. You’re not saving a pair of tits, you’re saving the entire package: mind, body, and soul included. Women are not just a pair of breasts.
Semi-dissenting opinion inc:
I really love this statement. I loathe the major breast cancer campaigns out there, especially the Save the Tatas/Second Base/Boobies ones.
However, I still find it ironic that the chosen accompanying visual is very fashion-shoot/pin up esque. Not exactly sexualized, but definitely glammed up with the woman looking invitingly over the message while her hair is blown by a fan. Why does breast cancer have to be made attractive? Not to say that women who are beautiful and/or models can’t get it, but I just feel like breast cancer messaging is always wrapped up in either a witty, pretty, or sexy package.
I’d be curious to see if this campaign features a broad variety of women of different ages and body types that don’t look model-beautiful.
I absolutely hate the whole “save the ta-tas/boobies/second base shit. My mother helps run a big breast cancer charity that helps women who are in treatment with paying their bills, giving them rides to and from chemo, stuff like that. Last week we held a huge motorcycle ride fundraiser. Those fucking shirts where everywhere. People joked about it.
It’s not a fucking joke.
My mother’s “ta-ta’s” where not saved, but her life was. I couldn’t give less of a shit about the loss of her breasts, because I still have my mother. Making it about the boobs is trivializing the agony that women with this cancer go through, it makes it easy to forget that there are people attached to those “ta-tas,” people that suffer so, so much. I had to sit down and tell my mother to shut the fuck up because she had accepted that she was going to die, she’d given up, after a year of chemo and radiation and a double mastectomy. My sister and I forced her to finish her treatment, forced her to get out of fucking bed because she was so ready to just die that she’d written her will and divided her few possessions up between my sisters and I.
This is not something to make light of or joke about because a pair of tits are not what we should be focusing on when we talk about breast cancer.
Gustave Caillebotte - The Floor Scrapers (1875-6)
Original on top, later version below
"Despite the effort Caillebotte put into the painting, it was rejected by France’s most prestigious art exhibition, The Salon, in 1875. The depiction of working-class people in their trade, not fully clothed, shocked the jurors and was deemed a ‘vulgar subject matter.’
The images of the floor scrapers came to be associated with Degas’s paintings of washerwomen, also presented at the same exhibition and similarly scorned as ‘vulgar’”.