Feeds:
Posts
Comments

Posts Tagged ‘MTV’

The American Cancer Society estimates there were a total of 254,650 new diagnoses of breast cancer in 2009 (actual records are only available until 2005; newer information has not been compiled). As a member of the female population, I am very aware of these numbers. Television commercials, full-page magazine ads, and a virtual who’s who of celebrity sponsors make it hard not to be. Everywhere I look is the ACS “pink warning,” in ribbons, scarves, posters, bumper stickers, etc., trying to “raise awareness” about breast cancer. (Personally, I’m wondering what rock a person could be living under to not be aware.) And, as usual, I felt the need to question the authorities that be and look into these numbers more closely.

First off, let’s take that number of expected new diagnoses – 254,650 – for the 2009 calendar year and compare it to the female population of 2009: 154,000,000 (roughly, estimated from Census Bureau population charts). So with no more than a pocket calculator, I can conclude that, in 2009, any given female’s chance of being found to have breast cancer was essentially 0.00165%. There are other factors, of course, especially age and family history, but this wasn’t exactly the death sentence I was expecting. From all the media hype and social awareness I had expected much higher numbers. But 0.00165%? That means you’d have to get 1,000,000 women together to find 17 with new breast cancers (and that’s rounding up). That means if the entire metropolitan area of Memphis, Tennessee, were female, less than twenty would have been diagnosed with breast cancer during the year. I’m as likely to be killed in a freak accident involving jalapeno poppers and a road grader. Okay, maybe not, but it’s still pretty remote.

Now before anyone gets their bra in a bunch, I understand that it should not be dismissed. Like any disease, I think it should be kept in the back of your mind and those more likely to be affected (women over 45, smokers, of African heritage, or with family history of breast cancer) should take whatever steps they feel are necessary to protect or treat themselves. Breast cancer contributes to some 40,000 deaths each year; that cannot be ignored. Period. But I don’t believe it’s the plague it is played up to be. For instance, according to the National Safety Council, women under age 45 are more likely to die of accidental poisoning than to develop breast cancer.

So – to continue poking around these ACS estimates – women under 45 were expected to comprise only 25,100 of the new diagnoses. Which drops the chances to a whopping 0.00027%. Did you catch that extra zero in there? Now scrounging up 27 new diagnoses would require 10,000,000 women. That’s only slighty less than the entire Paris metropolitan complex … or the populations of Los Angeles, Chicago, Houston, and Phoenix combined. And this is supposed to be a major concern? I’m more likely to be shot; to drown in a swimming pool; to die in a plane crash or from heatstroke; or even to suffocate in bed (according to the National Safety Council). I don’t see a lot of warnings about the dangers of bed-clothes. But maybe Martha Stewart has more up her sleeve than white sales and stock tips, eh?

The American Cancer Society’s own documents state, “95% of new cases and 97% of breast cancer deaths occurred in women aged 40 and older.” In fact, most breast cancers occur in women 70 and older, when chances of being diagnosed “skyrocket” to 0.016%. And one last percentage to throw at you … taken as a whole, over an entire lifetime, the average woman has a 0.125% chance of being diagnosed with breast cancer.

So why the media frenzy? Why the pink and celebrity sponsors and full-page ads? Why are they worrying college students and the MTV generation about something that really begins to pose a threat only at retirement age?

I don’t know, but it has provoked me to look into other concerns and do some digging. Consider this post the first of a series exploring medical concerns. And remember to take media “warnings” with a grain of salt.

Read Full Post »

In a terrible fit of bored channel-surfing, I stumbled across a show on … MTV?  VH1?  one of those guys … in which an aging has-been plays “eligible bachelor #1” in the search for true love…again.  Or at least a hot new groupie.

The bachelor?  Bret Michaels, who lead for some 80’s band that was terribly popular and probably sported enough big hair and make-up to give Tammy Faye Baker and Dolly Parton a run for their money.  That aside, he’s looking for a woman who could be his missus and what better place to do that than a reality TV show – for the second time (apparently, his first attempt at reality romance failed).  And, far be it from me to speak ill of others (hey, stop laughing) but … most of the women on the show don’t exactly seem to be missus material.  They don’t even seem nice.  Like 99.9% of all reality women, they are catty, malicious, deceptive, and ruthless in their pursuit of victory. 

And it is simply “victory” I think they pursue.  Because, while they may be attracted to Bret Michaels – or his money, or his faded fame – in my heart I cannot believe any of these women actually “love” him.  They spend little time together with him and most of the women’s time and energy is focused on out-manuvering the competition, i.e. each other.  How romantic.  And, perhaps this is merely a side-effect of years surrounded by horny groupies, but these women seem very … eager.  As in easy.  Dare I say … loose?  (I did.  I dared.) 

So, essentially, it looks like a gaggle of shameless, mean, manipulative, gold-digging whores chasing a man they hardly know and baring all in front of an audience of millions …

Be still, my heart…   What’s not to love?

Read Full Post »