You know what I find amusing--women who smoke and wear those yellow Lance Armstrong bracelets. To be fair, a male smoking with the bracelet on would also annoy me, but it's even worse when a female is doing it. Really, do they know what the bracelet stands for? CANCER! And surviving it. And it's for TESTICULAR CANCER. You know, one of those cancers you really can't prevent no matter how many $!*#ing vegetables you eat. But isn't the point lost on people who smoke despite knowing that it's prone to causing CANCER?! I love how the damn bracelet has become synonymous with American Eagle and Abercrombie (Psst Xtina..remember the girl at the copy machine who was using the see-through Abercrombie tube top as a skirt? That was hot.) And why is the sociology department or whatever marketing baby blue ones for, I dunno, save the fraternities or something as trivial when compared to the original point.

I got one of these yellow bracelets from a friend. She had bought them in a bulk package. One for every one of her sorority sisters and one for me. I put it on and felt stylish. Then I remembered how I have no real agenda with TESTICULAR CANCER. Skin cancer? Maybe, I am from a Scandinavian family prone to melatonin issues. Or even stomach cancer cuz, after all my grandpa had that. But not testicular cancer. I only know that from MTV specials on Armstrong and Tom Green. Some people say that's why it didn't work out between him and Drew Barrymore. I say it's because it was him and Drew Barrymore. So anyway, I gave the bracelet to my oldest brother. He works out, worries about his health, and seems like the kind of guy who wants daily to be reminded of the struggle surviving testicular cancer. This was last winter and I've since never seen him without it. Oh yeah, and he's not a smoker.