Now the pink has been put away for another year and breast cancer is no longer in the spotlight. Unless you happen to be a breast cancer survivor or be battling the disease yourself, that is -- like me and millions of other women, many of us lesbians.
Each release was either a bloated, masturbatory "meh" (Gaga, Timberlake), a bland retread aimed squarely at third graders (Perry), or a bafflingly mixed bag of roaring promise and faux-controversial poppycock (The fair Cyrus bird).
Most people I know missed the tie to the bakery and instead assumed it was for Breast Cancer Awareness Month coming in October. It's almost like when we see anything pink, we see Breast Cancer Awareness. It's become a cultural benchmark.
Not the color per se. I actually love the color. Given that pink is now a corporate-created, profit-driven cotton, polyester or plastic gender signifier for girls, we've got way too much pink Kool-Aid drinking going on.