The first Boobiethon was last year, and I ignored it, thinking it was silly. And maybe it was. Yet it raised over a thousand dollars for breast-cancer research perhaps not an enormous sum considering all the work that needs to be done, but if you check any bucket, you’ll realize that it’s filled with individual drops.
Last year’s version produced donations of $9,300: lots of drops, as the phrase goes. As an incentive to get you to open up your wallet, dozens of volunteers are giving you a peek into their frontal zones. (Yes, there are some men among them: guys can get the very same cancer, and they’re a lot less likely to be thinking about it.) As DaGoddess would say, “Friends are like bras: a good one never lets you down.” I’m happy to have been a friend to this not-so-silly venture for seven years now.