This week we are in Las Vegas while my husband plays in the Main Event of the World Series of Poker. For those of you who have never been to “Sin City,” 36DDs are the building blocks of the local economy. While local hotels feature glamorous big-breasted showgirls, tourists of all ages and sizes seem compelled to flaunt their breasts, shoving them upward and outward like fresh melons in the produce section.
Las Vegas plays on mans’ primal preoccupation with the female form. Large lighted billboards, backs of taxi cabs and local magazines display photos of “Girls, Girls, Girls,” while the Las Vegas Yellow Pages features 80 pages of “Busty Blonds, Discrete and Intimately Yours.” Las Vegas is amazing, but it makes it difficult to reconcile the 250,000 newly diagnosed cases of breast cancer each year, in America alone, with our in-your-face preoccupation with breasts. Breast cancer families must come to terms with the fact that life, love and relationships are the important building blocks of human nature, not breasts.