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A half dozen comedians will stand up to breast cancer when they take the stage at Breast Cancer Be Trippin, an evening of comedy to benefit uninsured women in the fight against breast cancer. Breast Cancer Be Trippin will be held Wednesday, February 24th, at the National Comedy Theatre (733 Seward St., Hollywood), home to ComedySportz. BCBT3 begins at 8pm. Tickets are $25.

The evening of comedy includes performances by:

• Cat Davis (Cat on the Prowl)
• Megan Mooney (Comedy Central Presents)
• Whitney Cummings (Chelsea Lately)
• Sarah Silverman (The Sarah Silverman Program)
• Garfunkel & Oates (The Jay Leno Show).
• …and more.

Breast cancer is among the two deadliest cancers for American women. Everyone knows someone who’s been affected by breast cancer – moms, sisters, grandmothers, hair stylists, Christina Applegate. Breast Cancer Be Trippin is designed to get out a critical message and raise awareness among both men and women who might not normally spend time worrying about the disease.

Each day, over 100 American women die from breast cancer. That’s an average of one death every thirteen minutes. Overall, one in eight women in America will be diagnosed with breast cancer at some point in her lifetime. A leading risk factor for breast cancer is late detection. Women are advised to obtain a mammogram every other year after they reach the age of forty, yet a third of women over forty have not received a mammogram in the last two years.

If breast cancer is detected early enough, the patient has a 98% rate of survival, but unfortunately, almost 40% of breast cancer is not detected until the cancer has spread beyond the localized stage. Access to mammograms will facilitate early detection. However, Los Angeles County, alone, has over one million uninsured women – women who do not have easy access to mammograms – and there are nearly twenty million uninsured women nationally.

It sounds cliché, but in this case, a little really does go a long way. Our hope is that Breast Cancer Be Trippin will give people an immediate return for their donation – in this case, a night of comedy. Over the past two years, Breast Cancer Be Trippin has raised over $1,000 for the American Breast Cancer Foundation. For tickets, visit BreastCancerBeTrippin.com.

Girls have birthday parties, and they invite each and every one of their friends. If one of those friends doesn’t show up, better for that person to have never been born than to have to face the wrath of an angry birthday girl.

Essentially, women use birthday parties as an annual checklist of their friends. Whoever shows up at the party gets a reprieve for another calendar year. Whoever is notably absent is put on the chopping block. No call, no text, no gift? Soon, that “friend” is going to find herself de-friended on Facebook, un-followed on Twitter, and #-erased on the cell.

I personally think that’s a bit harsh. Birthdays are important days, especially the milestones (i.e. 18, 21, and 30), but celebrating each one like it’s a mid-year Christmas is asking too much. The fact of the matter is that nobody cares as much about your birthday as you do. While guys, in my opinion, understand this and generally want their parties to be fun nights to hang out with friends, women invest much more energy into making sure that everything turns out perfectly and everyone shows up and has a great time.

I was at a friend’s house the other day, and I noticed that she had multiple Christmas cards on the wall from the same family. Upon closer inspection, I realized that the cards were from different years, spanning all the way back to 2006. When I asked her about this, she said that she keeps the Christmas cards to watch her friends grow older.

Oh boy. I, too, like to watch my friends grow older, but I do it with these novel things I call eyes and a memory, not a hoarded collection of holiday cards.

I toss out all my Christmas cards on January 6th, the twelfth day of Christmas. I don’t keep them for years and years, pulling them out of some garage bin every December to reminisce about Christmases of yore. Is this nuts? Am I just not being empathetic or sentimental enough to understand this phenomenon?

A woman in Seattle took logical initiative when she thought she was being pulled over too much simply because she was pretty and not because she’s a shitty driver. So, instead of the ole’ fashioned cry or “cleave shwoing” this girl (who refused to give her name) did this instead:

She claims that the profiling has sinced stopped. Which is a good thing, cause I don’t think the Seattle PD has time to waste on all this handsome.

Every woman has been in this situation: She’s at a bar, hanging out with her girlfriends, and some dude comes up, spitting some sorry excuse for game, and offers to buy her a drink. She smiles politely and informs the dude that she’s got a boyfriend.

Except she doesn’t.

She’s totally single. She either doesn’t want to be bothered on a night out with her friends or she’s simply not interested in this d-bag. In either case, why does she need to lie? Call me old-fashioned, but shouldn’t the truth suffice?

Girls usually hide behind the lie to expedite things. If she tells the truth, then the guy is going to desperately try to sell himself, Billy Mays-style. If that’s the case, then ladies just need to bitch it up. A guy won’t think twice about walking away from a real ball-buster, so rather than lying about some fantasy boyfriend, why doesn’t she just put on her bitchitude?

And fake engagement rings? This is taking things a little far, isn’t it? This is making a monetary investment in a facade. Again, rather than buying some cubic zirconia for a 20-spot and pretending that you live in some soap opera or Sandra Bullock movie, let’s just work on telling the truth and cutting the unneeded drama out of our lives.

On October 5, 1789, approximately seven thousand pissed off French women marched from Paris to Versailles, where they stormed the palace, decapitated two guards, and scared the shit out of the royal family.This week, Women Be Trippin also celebrates its second anniversary.

Who is it that expanded birthdays into birthday weeks? By definition, a birthday should be one day - a single 24-hour period of celebration. More and more women are getting behind this birthday week phenomenon, expecting 3-7 nights of parties, presents, and “Happy Birthday” sing-alongs.

In reality, birthdays are like dreams: People really only care about their own. So when she goes and extends hers into a whole week, she’s really just torturing her friends and loved ones by forcing them to endure half a fortnight dedicated to her.

Ladies, your birthday is not Hannukah. It’s only one day. Enjoy it while it’s here, because it’s not coming back for 365 days.

Women Be Trippin everywhere and all the time. Here’s the next chapter in our list of 101 Ways Women Be Trippin.

If you’re a woman and you’ve got a sister, chances are strong that you’ve gone a period of time without talking to her. I don’t mean that you went to France for the summer, so you just didn’t have the opportunity to speak to her. I’m talking about a serious, sister disagreement that could only be resolved by cutting off any and all contact and swearing to never relent.

Ladies, ladies, ladies… how does this benefit anyone?

After all, that woman is your flesh and blood. She shares your DNA. You used to take baths together! What issue could be so cataclysmically important as to drive a wedge between two sisters? Oh, I’m sure you try to rationalize it to yourself, reminding yourself that she didn’t send a Christmas card or she was mean in Vegas or she stole your boyfriend (I’ve heard all three of these fights before), but at the end of the day, those are petty arguments.

If you transplanted one of these sister-sister fights onto one of your friends, you’d realize that these are minor infractions. You’ve fought and made up with your friends over far worse. If one of your besties didn’t send a Christmas card or acted bitchy in Vegas, you’d be mad at them for a while, but it wouldn’t necessitate excommunication. Eventually, you’d get over it, and all would be well again. Can’t you extend that same courtesy to your former Barbie playpal - the future aunt to your children?

And even if your sister did something really terrible - like kissed your boyfriend - can’t you forgive her? She’s your sister. After all, he’s the jerk who kissed your sister.

In all fairness, my sister and I once went through a long and terrible phase where we weren’t speaking to each other. She said some pretty harsh words, so I stopped speaking to her. It lasted for three hours.

Just what I always wanted - a purse that looks like a frilly vulva. The Vulva Purse will make a great Christmas gift for mom, or a fashionable way to teach my little sister about her changing body.

They’re affordable, too. They start at $195.

Now, if only I had penis-loafers and a boob-hat to go with it, my wardrobe would be complete.

(via @DCDebbie)