Oh, this just makes me sick (no pun intended). R.J. Reynolds, sinking to a new low, is vigorously promoting Camel no. 9 cigarettes — cigarettes that are designed to entice young women:

Note the lovely sleek packaging, and the “Light and Luscious” tagline. Reynolds has been throwing parties at nightclubs to promote the brand — Girls’ Night Out-type events where women get makeovers, massages, gift bags, and free cigarettes. They’ve also advertised heavily in magazines like Cosmopolitan, Glamour, and Vogue — all publications geared toward young women. And it pisses me off.
According to the CDC, more than 178,000 women died from smoking-related illnesses each year from 1995-1999. 178,000 EACH YEAR. Lung cancer deaths surpassed those from lung cancer in 1985. And younger women are far more likely to start smoking than older women — a fact the R.J. Reynolds is counting on, no doubt.
Smoking also greatly increases a woman’s chance of developing heart disease — which is the leading cause of death for women. It more than doubles the risk of heart attack — and women who smoke while using hormonal birth control methods are at an even higher risk.
Women who smoke also have an increased of developing oral cancer, cancers of the larynx, pharynx, esophagus, kidneys, pancreas, and the cervix. Not to mention the lovely wrinkles, yellow teeth, and nasty ashtray smell smoking gives you.
If it seems like I’m taking this personally, well, I am. I started smoking when I was 16. I was curious about it, and there was a store near my rural Vermont high school that didn’t ask to see an ID to buy cigarettes. And I got addicted to smoking really, really fast. I smoked about a pack a day for the next 14 years or so, until I quit for good on February 16th, 2004. Jeff can attest to how hard quitting was — no, he never smoked, but he had to deal with me while I was quitting. It was awful. It was actually painful. It sucked so much that the memory of it has kept me from lighting up again — I wouldn’t want to go through quitting again.
And there is one other reason why I take this personally — it’s this obituary:
Laura Lynn Gronlund
1964 – 2003
Laurie passed away on February 25, 2003, at 6:30AM CST in Grapevine, TX after a brave battle with cancer which lasted more than two years.
Born May 13, 1964, in Chicago, Ill., Laurie enjoyed reading, writing, watching hockey and big, slobbery dogs. She was a “good egg” whose life was an adventure she always cherished. Whether up or down, Laurie tackled life with a genuine passion and a multi-faceted sense of humor, which she always held dear. Her father, Ralph G., preceded her in death in 1992.
Survivors: Daughter, Rachel L.; mother, Mary S.; sister, Karen G.; brother, Christopher G. and sister-in-law, Cynthia G.; stepbrother, Jeff A. and her boyfriend, Sean A.; and countless family and friends scattered around the globe.
(Last names of her family edited by me.)
Laurie was a wonderful person. I didn’t get to know her terribly well, because we lived so far apart, but we were good online buddies. We liked to talk hockey, and joke with each other. She made me laugh every single day. And smoking killed her.
There are calls for the cigarettes to be taken off the market, by womens’ and public health group. That’s heartening, but it’s not going to work. R.J. Reynolds doesn’t care about the lives of its customers. The money is what they care about, and the only way to stop them is to stop buying their products. If you smoke, please quit. If someone you care about smokes, get them to quit. Nag, beg, plead, bribe, anything. Get them to quit. I know how hard it is, but it’s worth it.