hats off...or on
At Thursday’s chemo session I grabbed a copy of TLC, a catalog of women’s cancer accessories published by the American Cancer Society. It includes lots of hats like this: Everything's coming up roses...um, I mean, generic flowers. And turbans like this: In this case, "royal" means "Come into my moldering mansion and watch silent films starring meeeee." And wigs like this: The "Amanda" wig. Don't hurt yourself on its pointy ends. Okay, so the American Cancer Society is a nonprofit that does a lot of good work, and I would rather they put their resources into finding a cure for cancer than finding a cure for the humiliation-on-top-of-humiliation that is cancer fashion. But the latter is at least highly treatable, and I’m here to do my part. Tip 1: Own it. In previous posts , I’ve discussed the cringe-y nature of anything that looks like it’s trying to pass. That’s why these models have got to go. I hate it when plus-s...