I have my period, and that’s everybody’s problem, including my boyfriend (obviously), anyone who asks me to do anything, and my guy at the 7-eleven. If there is one force that unifies all women, it’s The Blood. A good friend of mine once shared with me the following story: She wasn’t but 7 years old at the supermarket with her mother. At checkout, she proudly announced to the cashier, “My mom has a string hanging out of her vagina.” Her mom went Red. She scooped up her daughter, stormed out of the place, and started shopping at a grocery store three towns away (slight exaggeration but you get the implication). This was most likely the last time my friend would speak triumphantly about menstruation.
Considering that if a woman misses her period it can be an indicator of disease, malnourishment or pregnancy, I think periods should be celebrated (with cake), as they are in my household (thanks boo!)
I’ve always resented the fact that women feel the need to be so discrete while transporting a tampon from office desk to bathroom. The other day I actually witnessed an adult female enter the restroom with a pencil case. This is not the 6th grade. With that move you are clearly either transporting feminine hygiene products or illegal drugs.
Yesterday I was wearing a black (the color of my period clothes, always) long sleeved shirt. Before heading to the bathroom I tucked my tampon up into its elastic wristband in preparation for my journey. But Yasi distracted me on iChat with some comment about tuna fish or boys and two hours later I was surprised when my tampon slipped out of my shirt and landed on the floor. I was secretly disappointed when nobody noticed it in the middle of the room.
I am not really sure what my point is. Maybe I’m just trying to Femonstrate (my new term meaning the proud demonstration of femaleness). If you are a man who hates period sex, period girls, period complaining, and puppies, if it will gross you out less, I can just go ahead and have your kid.