Et Tu, Laura?
Maybe it’s not that bad. Then again, maybe it is. The “it” being Laura Bush’s breast-cancer press junket in Saudi Arabia this week.
This article by Caroline Glick hits Laura–a First Lady who has yet to make a wrong move–pretty hard, but I agree with it. On hearing that the purpose of her trip was to raise awareness about breast cancer, my first thought was, Breast cancer is the least of these ladies’ worries.
And it is. More disappointing than Mrs. Bush’s visit was her P.C. response to criticism: she stated that wearing the oppressive, full-body Muslim potato-sack veil was Saudi women’s “tradition” and “choice.” Bad Laura. BAD. Um, the whole point is that these women HAVE NO CHOICES. None. Zero. Zip.
On to another beef: I am sick, sick, sick and tired of hearing about breast cancer. Yes, breast cancer is bad. It’s terrible, and yay that the cure rates are rising all the time. Yay that we’re raising bazillions of dollars for breast cancer research. But the cause of breast cancer has become absurdly Oprahfied, and these days, when I see the ubiquitous pink ribbon/t-shirt/you-name-the-product, I want to barf. It calls to mind Dolores Umbridge’s lace- and kitten-infested office at Hogwart’s. Or a gigantic bowl filled with sugary, greasy cake icing.
Call me an asshole, but when it comes to human rights in Saudi Arabia, pushing for yearly mammograms for Muslim women is like selling haute couture gowns in Darfur. Or pressing for expanded abortion rights for teenagers. Laura, you have officially Missed the Point.