Back to back to back to back on my dash today. I haven’t even clicked through to Twitter yet, and my Facebook dash hasn’t blown up with anything past positive sentiments about this.
Really? What the hell is the hate about Angie’s choice to remain HEALTHY and PRESENT for HERSELF? Which will then lead to her being healthy and present for her children and husband. Can she just live? Fuck.
But also, really consider clicking through and reading that post Will reblogged because it’s good:
What Angelina Jolie has chosen is just that: a choice. Her choice. We’re lucky she chose to share it with us; to enlighten us on a deadly gene — to give us intimate, graphic, and vulnerable details about a procedure that some people might not even know existed. This isn’t about Angelina Jolie cutting her breasts for the sake of attention or for a role or for anything someone tweeted to earn a fav — this is about health. WOMEN’S health. And even if she were cutting off her arm or her leg or her hair, that is still all fine and good because again (say it with me!) it is her. choice. HERS.
Women’s bodies, women’s choices. The reasons are irrelevant. The backstories are unimportant. The only person who gets to have a say in what a woman has chosen to do is the woman choosing, and the more “jokes” about “Brad’s loss,” the more we’re telling women that what they want is everybody’s business, too. It isn’t. Angelina chose to use her celebrity to educate and enlighten.
“Brad’s loss”? Because I thought she made it quite clear that he was 100% behind her, but if he wasn’t, do you think that would have stopped her? Brad called her heroic, and that’s pretty spot on.
Is society’s standard of a man such a man that would rather lose his wife to cancer? Cancer, that will take much more than just a couple of fat filled sacks off a woman’s chest. Cancer, that will rob the world of her smile, her laugh, her eyes that look around lovingly. Cancer, that will need treatments so severe it is POISON to starve her, make her bald, turn her skin yellow, ruin her teeth, and her beautiful nail beds. Cancer, that will leave children without a mother, nieces and nephews without an aunt, and leave a woman without her best friend.
This is still a taboo subject? It’s touchy and gross? Because it’s too much to slow down and try to understand? Because what, it’s not God’s way? Because she’s no longer a woman?
A man’s wife, his so-called “partner”, that he so-called vowed to love “in sickness…and in health…” dies of cancer, for what?
At least she died with her tits. So useful on her skeletal frame, under a modest dress, in a coffin.
You know what? I don’t have an opinion on this. Because my opinion doesn’t matter. Because it’s not my body. Let her do whatever the fuck she wants.