I just adore her.

Yes, atheists pray in their foxholes -- in this case, with a yearning new to me and sharp as lust, for a clean and honourable death by shark bite, lightning strike, sniper fire, car crash. Let me be hacked to death by a madman, was my silent supplication -- anything but suffocation by the pink sticky sentiment embodied in that bear and oozing from the walls of the (mammogram) changing room. I didn't mind dying, but the idea that I should do so while clutching a teddy and with a sweet little smile on my face -- well, no amount of philosophy had prepared me for that.

- Barbara Ehrenreich, Bright-Sided