The fact that breast cancer is so common led women to get organized and raise private funds as well as demanding government funding. We’re the majority population group after all, and 1 in 10 of us will get breast cancer.

A lot of more rare cancers don’t have the numbers of passionate people behind them to fund the necessary research. It’s not fair but cancer ain’t fair.

Another thing about breast cancer, it’s easier to screen for routinely than, say, pancreatic cancer, so it’s now often caught early enough for treatment to succeed. And it’s easier to access that first tumor without having to dodge vital organs.

A patient who lives long enough to undergo radiation, chemo, and immunotherapy provides valuable information to researchers.

What about poverty-stricken big tiddy goth birbs? According to the tiny words, they’re safe.

Fwiw, more research into any kind of treatment for breast cancer besides “slash and burn and poison” will continue to lead to improving treatments for other cancers, to the benefit of children and men as well.

Here’s a pretty good summary of how we got from “unspeakable and incurable,” past “initial biopsy and radical mastectomy in one operation,” to a place where breast cancer research is finally well-funded :

https://pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/articles/PMC3298674/

summarization, in case you ever need it in a crossword puzzle

Honestly, can you be sure you wouldn’t get distracted and forget the next step if she weren’t there waiting for you? You might wander out into the road and NEVER COME BACK!

I don’t have a dog, and my cat doesn’t micromanage, so I have to put the new bag in before I walk away with the old one, or I’ll find myself fishing out a banana peel and cursing at myself.

Your good girl deserves her treat.

Two is enough avocados to share, if someone brought tortilla chips and someone brought salsa

Whose mom, red sweater kid’s? Oh, so it’s his own imaginary friend that he doesn’t get along with. And she’s crying because… her child is insane? Or because he’s mean… Okay.

Did he just banish the green-shirted kid’s blue-shirted imaginary friend?

A plant for the aunt sounds perfect. If the partner is a woman, a different plant for her too, yes it’s normative but as a woman myself I like a plant. For the guys a big bottle of fancy beer is often appreciated, unless they don’t/shouldn’t drink. One I’m liking these days is La Fin Du Monde because it feels like we’re living in the end of the world. It’s 750 ML, so wine-sized, but beer. About $12 at BevMo in my area.

This makes a lot of sense and adds valuable context!

Also, if Kate has to maintain control under tension while being called lazy, I think she and I could be best friends.

First, I’m sorry for all the people who will miss him, which includes a lot of lemmings. And I’m sorry for both him and his passenger, it’s a painful way to go.

But Angeles Crest Highway is notorious for Ferraris and Lamborghinis speeding crazily while fans film them, zooming past people who are just trying to get safely up and down the mountain.

In real life, dead is dead.

At least they didn’t hit another car. And the burning Ferrari didn’t fall down into a ravine, potentially sparking a wildfire and/or putting rescuers at risk retrieving the bodies.

I’ve sauteed it to softness before, along with onions and celery, so I think it will be fine.

Yes, different chemicals

Ah, I can see this! Gonna try it.

Sauteed sliced fennel would have a similar bite and sweetness, but with that mild licorice aroma and without the onioniness. In a pasta sauce where dried fennel seed would be normal anyway, it seems pretty genius to me. I’m going to pick some up and try it next time I get to the grocery store.

I don’t mind the flavor but I hate that I’m an onion/garlic sweater. For days after eating garlic or most onions, I stink so badly no perfume or deodorant or antiperspirant can control it. As a girl growing up, it was a real problem, and once I was old enough to do my own cooking I started leaving them out, or using sweet onions when they were too important to exclude.

I’m also capsaicin-sensitive, like major ass-bleeding bad, so I minimize spicy peppers and use bell peppers plus black pepper/wasabi/horseradish/ginger for spice. If it’s not my cooking I get “Mild” and do the best I can with it.

A stale bagel is like granite. When a NYC builder wants to skimp on construction costs, they lay the foundation on a mixture of cement, used coffee cups and stale bagels.

Redact them with corn

There’s a very old joke, which is very long but basically “new guy tries to get an agent, demonstrates a lot of talents, but we’ve got to do something about his name” which (punchline) is Penis Van Lesbian.

But the cyanide was real