The fact that she made the announcement at all is significant. She could have kept her health issues private, just as she had done for the past several months. If and when the media learned of her surgery, she could have refused to comment.
I was as stunned as everyone else by Angelina Jolie's revelation on Tuesday that she'd had a double mastectomy to reduce her risk of developing breast cancer. That's not only because one of the most famous women in the world had managed to keep such a dramatic secret under wraps for so long (although that is pretty amazing).
by Diana Zuckerman, PhD, president of the Cancer Prevention and Treatment Fund When I read about Angelina Jolie's announ...
"Jen's about to get married and finally in a good place and Angelina is clearly trying to overshadow that with the details of her mastectomy," says one source. "It's like she's still trying to rub it in that Brad loves her, even without her boobs."
Unlike Ms. Jolie, I didn't look like someone in a science fiction movie. I woke up with my mind forever pacified by the weight in my chest from the implants.
Celebrities often set trends: they show us what to wear, create hairstyles, and inspire tattoos. But when it comes to your health it is important to know the facts before joining a trend.
Angelina Jolie was not the only one to choose a prophylactic mastectomy. I did, too -- but for different reasons.. (Thank you, Angelina, for making it public. You've given me the courage to write about it for the very first time).
Angelina Jolie, you could have decided to be totally private about undergoing a double mastectomy and breast reconstruction surgeries. But that is not the woman you are.
Jolie used her standing as a worldwide "sex symbol" to debunk the myth that women become any less beautiful, feminine or sexy when they lose their breasts.
Like me, Angelina Jolie opted to do whatever she could to drastically decrease the odds of being diagnosed with cancer -- she underwent a prophylactic bilateral mastectomy.
Angelina Jolie's revelation today, done with eloquence and dignity and grace, is remarkable both in its message and its import to the world of women. Pro-action.
If his audience isn't laughing, we're crying. As with all great stories and all books, however, it's what stays with us when we close the cover.
The truth is we are forever looking at ourselves in comparison to those around us, creating our own internal A and B lists of who is successful in marriage, in career, financially, as parents, and then putting ourselves in one or the other category.
"But I have to live here. I have nowhere to go. I don't know if the fighting has stopped [back home]. I live here, in misery. I can't explain how hard my life is." She looks down at the sleeping baby in her arms. "I don't even have socks to put on the baby."
It's every screenwriter's nightmare. To be in the office of one of Hollywood's most powerful producers, pitching all of your script ideas. Only to then have that mover-and-shaker repeatedly say "Nope. Not interested." But that's exactly what happened back in 2009 to poor Mitchell Kapner.
On Valentine's Day, we often hear glorified versions of great and enduring love, Hollywood romances, soaring passion. We even put names and faces to them -- Tracey and Hephurn, Liz and Dick, Brad and Angelina and their expanding brood. This is the stuff of fantasy!