3-Day Diary: Making light of the cause
No joke - breast humor abounds
Editor’s Note: The Journal-World’s Andrew Hartsock is participating in the Breast Cancer 3-Day, a walk to raise money for research, on Sept. 15-17. He is keeping a diary of the event and preparations for LJWorld.com.
Two days into the Breast Cancer 3-Day, and I’m finally coming to grips with one aspect of the event for which I was not prepared.
I counted on the heat and wasn’t surprised by the wind. The tedium, camaraderie, support : check all the boxes.
But the rampant breast humor? That threw me for a loop.
OK, I know why we’re doing the 3-Day: to raise money for breast-cancer research. At its heart, then, this walk is all about, well, breasts.
But, man, there are more lighthearted references to “the girls” than in a high school football locker room.
Since I work for a family paper, and this is, I assume, a family blog or diary or whatever you call it, I’ll keep it clean.
But you can’t swing a wet bra without hitting a breast reference.
There is a team named “Walkers for (rhymes with walkers),” and one in bright-pink ballerina skirts called “Tutus for (looks a lot like tutus).”
One of our pit stops was renamed a “breast stop,” where a large man – the “(more or less rhymes with dude) Dude” – in drag, wearing a hot-pink, fur-lined bra on the outside, chanted such platitudes as,
“It’s not,
a race,
we’re walking
for second base,”
and
“Sore knees,
sore shoulders,
we’re walking
for your (rhymes with shoulders).”
The breast stop, incidentally, was festooned with bras of all sizes, and the porta-johns, for some reason, were decorated with pictures of actors, athletes and Flipper – the dolphin – sporting paste-on push-ups.
Signs proclaim, “We ‘support’ you,” and, “We raise our ‘cups’ to you.” How brasserie, er, bizarre.
And though I thought I had heard just about every synonym for “breast” by junior high, I found out I was mistaken. Big-time.
There are about 1,500 walkers in the 3-Day, and by my count there are about seven other men.
So maybe I shouldn’t be surprise that such breast banter is so, well, out in the open.
Then again, the fight against breast cancer isn’t just about finding a cure. It’s also about education, and it’s a lot easier to educate when you can talk openly about breasts without tittering. Sorry. Snickering.