Yesterday, the world lost Elizabeth Edwards, 61, to cancer. Although her husband, former North Carolina Senator John Edwards, was the one who ran for office, Elizabeth was always an impressive co-pilot, charting her own way as a lawyer and political advisor. While the end of her life was marred by her husband’s cheating scandal with campaign videographer Rielle Hunter (which led to the couple’s separation), Elizabeth’s many contributions should not be forgotten. Keep reading »
Farrah Fawcett gets a posthumous Barbie makeover. In February, you can own the Farrah Barbie for a mere $1,500. Striped blanket included. All proceeds will go to the Farrah Fawcett Foundation, which funds cancer prevention and awareness. [The Hairpin] Keep reading »
Some women will go to extreme lengths to snag a man and have the wedding of their dreams. Jessica Vega, for instance, of Yonkers, New York, told her husband and countless others that she was dying from leukemia when she was perfectly healthy. Keep reading »
Was Lady Gaga the victim of a twisted Twitter hoax? A Crushable blogger claims a 15-year-old girl named Ana, who allegedly tweeted under the Twitter handle @analilmonster and allegedly died from cancer this morning, may not actually exist.
Ana has apparently only tweeted for the past five days and only tweeted about Lady Gaga and having leukemia. Ana’s alleged brother, the Twitter account @JoelxSoul, was created yesterday, when he tweeted at @analilmonster only once to say goodnight to her, and then this morning tweeted that Ana had died. @JoelxSoul said their family wanted privacy, but also wanted the news of his sister’s death to reach the pop star. Lady Gaga — or whoever mans her Twitter account — responded to his tweet twice, saying, “Will cry all day, we lost a lovely and beautiful little monster ana to leukemia” and “I’m so deepy [sic] sad reading this, monsters lets send her family love.”
Did a young Lady Gaga fan named Ana really die from cancer this morning? Or does the odd behavior add up to a bizarre — and tasteless — hoax? Only time will tell. [Crushable] Keep reading »
Personally, I loathe the little hand dryers at nail salons because I see them as a breeding area for germs. But most of the time, I’ll suck it up in an effort to keep my brand-new manicure chip-free. If I’m going to spend upwards of $10 for polish, then I’d like it to be perfect. Now, however, I’m going to think twice about my post-manicure plans, because those little hand dryers are actually full of UV rays! Dermatologist Neal Schultz wants women (and men) to be aware of the damage they’re doing to their fingers by sitting under the salon dryers for anywhere from 5 to 15 minutes. “Reports of unusual numbers of skin cancers on the fingers of frequent users are compelling reasons to avoid them until controlled studies can demonstrate safe parameters for their use (if they even exist),” he said. So, I’ll be staying away from those little tanning beds for your hands from now on. Solution? Fan dryers are a safe option, or if those aren’t available at your local salon, simply sit sans dryer until your wet polish turns hard, like they did in the good ol’ days. [Glamour] Keep reading »
Meet Ardi Rizal. He is a smoking baby. He is two. Did I mention that he smokes? He favors a specific brand and throws a temper tantrum if he doesn’t get his 40 cigarettes a day. I’d think I was making this up if it weren’t for this video, starring Ardi, the smoking baby. He’s been smoking since he was 18 months old. His father got him started. The family lives in Sumatra, Indonesia. It says he can blow smoke rings, and I think he does at the end, although you can’t really see it. On account of all the cancer sticks, he is “is too unfit to run with the other children.” His mother says he is “totally addicted.” If she tries to make him stop, “he gets angry and screams and batters his head against the wall.” Officials offered the family a car if they got the baby to stop smoking. The father says, “I don’t see the problem.” What the hell? I don’t see this ending well. [Gawker
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Here’s some, uh, unique charity: $2 from every $39 Pink Edition Portopong inflatable beer pong table will go to the Keep A Breast Foundation for education about breast cancer prevention.
It is indeed commendable that Portopong raised $2,500 last year for the Keep A Breast charity and this year they hope to raise over $3,000. Though I can’t help but wonder WTF is going on with my generation, shopping and charity. Newsflash: in Ye Olden Dayes, charity was just charity and every super-fun thing in the world didn’t just have a pink ribbon slapped on it to make it about “breast cancer” (a concept called “pinkwashing”) or some other tenuous connection to some other charity. Last week, we learned Axe Body Spray is holding half-naked “undie runs” nationwide to allegedly collect clothing for homelessness charities. We also learned last week about a “Star Wars”/Slave Princess Leia car wash fundraiser held out in L.A. And even before that, we learned Kentucky Fried Chicken is selling buckets of bird to raise money for breast cancer — despite the obvious health risks of eating fried food. Pardon me for sounding like such a grump, but the earthquake in Haiti notwithstanding, since when did giving become about what you get? Charitable donations would be a lot more commendable if they didn’t look like such publicity stunts. [Portopong, Bitch Magazine] Keep reading »
When I was 21 I was diagnosed with cancer. It really sucked – and not just because of the whole “life-threatening disease” thing. My prognosis was good, as my doctors had caught it early and the type I had was considered extremely treatable. The worst part about cancer was the wrench it threw in my plans. At the time of my diagnosis, I had just started an amazing internship where I was required to work anywhere between 40 and 60 hours a week. My 22nd birthday was three weeks away. Summer had just started and I’d had big plans to work hard all day and play hard at night. In short, multiple surgeries and months of hospital visits was not what I had in mind. In the end, though, cancer might have been the best thing that ever happened to me. Keep reading »