I can’t believe I missed this last week, but then again, I was off being yarn-y and creative and spent my free time sharing platters of antipasto and splits of champagne with the likes of BlueGal in a swank hotel bar called the Vertigo Lounge. No kidding.
Bush “Pioneer” Nancy Brinker and her Komen-ites make me want to puke.
The next time someone asks me to sponsor them in a Race For obs-Cure-ing Breast Cancer Issues, I’m going to hand them a laminated printout of this excellent blaming screed from twisty.
I don’t care if I make them cry. (Yeah, that’s for you, Ms. Boobiethon)