Singer and Grismaijer, co-authors of Dressed To Kill: The Link Between Breast Cancer and Bras, say that wearing a bra more than 12 hours a day dramatically increases the risk of getting breast cancer. A woman who wears a bra 24/7 is 125 times more likely to develop breast cancer than a woman who rarely or never wears a bra. Those who sleep in their bra, they found, have a 75% chance of developing breast cancer at some point in their lives.
Harvard did a study in 1991 that showed greatly increased incidence in breast cancer in those who wear bras over those who don’t.
This research has been shown to the Susan G. Komen Foundation as well as the American Cancer Society, and they have been aware of the research for at least 20 years. There are no studies that refute this. Yet nowhere in their information about breast cancer is there as much as a mention that taking off one’s bra at the end of the day can make a difference. That omission of information is what has Singer and Grismaijer so frustrated. It is why they are “calling for a boycott of these organizations until they stop dismissing the bra-cancer link, and begin educating doctors and women about the cancer hazards of wearing tight bras.”
My mother died of breast cancer in 2004, yet I have never even heard this or thought about there being a connection between bras and cancer. Fuck. Thank you for reblogging this.
When I was around 10 or so, a friend of mine (at the time) told me that sleeping in your bra gave you breast cancer. I didn’t believe her at the time (not that I wore mine 24/7 anyway) but I guess whoever she heard that from actually made sense out of it.
Best lesson from a Disney movie
This is an underrated movie
I thought I was looking at some surreal art for a second there
Are you saying it isn’t
“When Peeta holds out his arms, I walk straight into them. It’s the first time since they announced the Quarter Quell that he’s offered me any sort of affection. He’s been more like a very demanding trainer, always pushing, always insisting Haymitch and I run faster, eat more, know our enemy better. Lovers? Forget about that. He abandoned any pretense of even being my friend. I wrap my arms tightly around his neck before he can order me to do push-ups or something. Instead he pulls me in close and buries his face in my hair. Warmth radiates from the spot where his lips just touch my neck, slowly spreading through the rest of me. It feels so good, so impossibly good, that I know I will not be the first to let go.
And why should I? […]
The arrival of the Capitol attendant with the warm milk is what breaks us apart.”
- Catching Fire
"So let me get this straight," I said. "I’m supposed to go to the Underworld and confront the Lord of the Dead.”
"Check," Chiron said.
”Find the most powerful weapon in the universe.” "Check."
"And get it back to Olympus before the summer solstice, in ten days.”
"That’s about right."
overhearing a conversation between strangers in which they’re saying something completely wrong and you really feel like correcting them