Lucy messaged me the other day, full of her characteristic enthusiasm. She had an idea, and the NCCC had shot it down, so she is now going it alone.
Lucy wants us to play pin-up girls for cervical cancer.
The idea of a calendar filled with young women who have had their lady bits mutilated or chopped out entirely both fascinates and repels me. Would we play seductresses, strapped into scraps of lingerie and pouting for the camera, luring the eye in with the promise of play just to slap it back with the unsexy sting of cancer? Would we widen our eyes and stare mournfully into the lens, blonde, All-American promise ripped to shreds by the greater force of HPV? Would we win awareness with a show of fighting spirit, decked out in boxing gloves and karate robes, to show that our bodies can allow the invaders in, but we can beat them back?
Moreover, who would want to hang such a grim daily specter on her pantry door?
Lucy seems bent on a cutesy option, but I think this effort will take more than baseball caps and cancer ribbons. I want to make this happen for her, this project that now gives her a focus at the end of each grueling day.
For the first time, I am asking for outside help. What can make this a success?