Is my new favourite word of the day. week. whatever.
Here's the blog. I haven't read the whole thing yet, but based on a very preliminary skimming of the material they seem to be my kind of people.
This is a pretty lame post and I probably shouldn't be writing anything at 4:30 am, but I just finished work and when I wake up I have to go right back to it and the strip-a-thon for Breast Cancer happens tomorrow. I don't pretend that anyone's gonna read this and suddenly change their Friday night plans, but it's a symbolic thing.
Why am I (ahem) pimping this right now after being silent on this blog for more than a year?
Last year the group raised $8,000, which was divided between Rethink Breast Cancer and a Kelowna mother, and former stripper, struggling to survive financially during cancer treatments. The dancers initially wanted to donate partial proceeds from the 2007 event to the Breast Cancer Society of Canada, but were turned down because the donation was deemed too controversial. After the story broke in the Courier, the dancers came to the attention of both the national and international media.
The dancers then decided on Rethink Breast Cancer, which will once again receive partial proceeds. The second recipient of this year's fundraising efforts is the family of a two-year-old boy from Victoria. Ricketts said the boy has completed treatments for a germ cell tumour, but now suffers from hearing loss and speech problems. The boy's family was devastated financially while he underwent treatment for the tumour.
It angers me when people pass judgement in this way. I don't know who decided that strippers are not qualified to donate to good causes, but I find the decision completely lacking in empathy, and it pisses me off more than I can say.
I'd say more, but as I said it's nearly 5am and I'm so tired I'm feeling an urge to retch. I have to try and sleep for a bit before the next work session. If anyone out there stumbles upon this, I hope it finds you well.