tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076129846507777333.post8907485894083004023..comments2022-04-01T20:28:51.313-04:00Comments on No F****** Pink Ribbons!: Why I want to turn in my membership card to the Cancer ClubJenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13261371053113519712noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076129846507777333.post-88958678598036740802010-07-29T15:11:38.159-04:002010-07-29T15:11:38.159-04:00Jennifer, I completely understand your response, a...Jennifer, I completely understand your response, and I think I would feel the same. There is something oddly coercive about being thrown into some so-called club without your consent. I had a similar reaction when I used to meet fellow members of the military (or worse, people who knew "another military guy" and would introduce us)... the supposition was that because of that shared category, we had anything in common, or that I would prefer to hang out with "other military guys" rather than anyone else. I agree with your statement (or was it Beth's?) that this sort of involuntary characterization or categorization is part of the chaos of the experience. You don't want to be Breast Cancer Jennifer, you just want to be Jennifer. Kudos for resisting the pre-fabricated (and pathological) identity.Pat Hornhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12008084052678626553noreply@blogger.com