PAINT IT ALL PINK: Timing is everything
05.02.12
Cancer was not cancer, it was “the C-word,” and there was never a whisper of it on the billboards or at the airports or in the Officer’s Club. They certainly let you smoke in the Playboy Club. They let you smoke in offices, on airplanes, on those nostalgically recreated Pam Am flights while the gray-suited stewardesses bustled back and forth. Of course, my mother smoked Kents. Everyone smoked. She wasn’t supposed to be smoking, had promised not to. But few people understood how addictive cigarettes were back then.