As you can tell from previous posts I’ve been thinking about the pink malarkey that surrounds breast cancer. It may be my personal problem. I’m perfectly prepared to own it, if it just mine. I agree my ennui may mean I’m a weirdo outlier. If not, though, that weariness must surely ring warning bells for breast cancer charities? Is there a chance that their activities, hitherto highly regarded, are shading into the counterproductive?