I was browsing through this evening’s TV schedules when a programme called ‘My Breasts Could Kill Me’ leapt out from the electronic page.<\/p>\n
Possessed of inquisitiveness (yes, it really is a word) I delved deeper and discovered that the somewhat populist title masked a two-part documentary on breast cancer.<\/p>\n
I’m annoyed, and I’m annoyed on two levels.<\/p>\n
Level The First: I’m annoyed that the television-makers have set such an obvious trap.<\/p>\n
Level The Second: I’m annoyed that I fell in to the obvious trap.<\/p>\n
Do you see what they’ve done? They’ve taken a body part that more than 50% of the population is attracted to, and created an attention-grabbing tabloid headline-style title around it.<\/p>\n
Is it big? Is it clever?<\/p>\n
Yes, I really am annoyed that I fell in to such an obvious trap, but the point is, it worked, didn’t it?<\/p>\n
The trap – the tabloid headline-grabbing programme name – caught my attention and made me delve deeper.<\/p>\n
So what is the lesson to be learned here?<\/p>\n
Is it that I’m not as erudite as I think I am? Or that I am as susceptible to schoolboy diversions as, well, a schoolboy?<\/p>\n
Or is it that I am relieved that I won’t run the risk of suffering from breast cancer, unlike my childhood schoolfriend and still very good friend Lesley, who underwent treatment so punishing that the cure<\/em> almost killed her.<\/p>\n Pauses for a long, deep thought<\/em><\/p>\n Whilst education – and the programme in question is undeniably an educative tool – is important, I can’t help wondering if, in the interests of sexual equality, the makers of My Breasts Could Kill Me will be filming My Cock Could Kill Me, or My Prostate Could Kill Me…<\/p>\n I doubt it.<\/p>\n Tabloidism begins and ends with breasts.<\/p>\n I must drop Lesley a line. We haven’t had one of our world-famous catchups for ages, and we’re massively behind on our emails.<\/p>\n The last big catchup we had was when she flew over from Texas to Eire and I flew over and joined her and we talked, almost non-stop for 24 hours.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I was browsing through this evening’s TV schedules when a programme called ‘My Breasts Could Kill Me’ leapt out from the electronic page. Possessed of<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":13,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2938","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-stuff","two-columns"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/brennigjones.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2938","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/brennigjones.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/brennigjones.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brennigjones.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/13"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brennigjones.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2938"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/brennigjones.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2938\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/brennigjones.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2938"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brennigjones.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2938"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brennigjones.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2938"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}