When pop culture depicts transgender people, they usually do it in such a facepalm way that I wonder why anyone bothers anymore. The latest what-were-you-thinking? comes courtesy of Libra tampons in New Zealand, which aired a commercial that implies trans folks who dress as women are not “real women.” The commercial shows an ostensibly “real” woman standing next to a trans person in the bathroom, who I guess is a drag queen. They both put on their lip gloss and mascara and adjust their boobs in their tight party dress. Then the “real” woman pulls a tampon out of her purse. The drag queen makes a “hmmph!” face and walks away. Keep reading »
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When I got my period for the first time, my mom wanted to throw a party. She had the whole thing planned. There would be a circle of women — many of them her friends, who would talk about womanhood with me, share their womanly wisdom, and tell rousing tales of menstruation. My mom would present me with a special bracelet, ordered from a catalog of all-natural products, that somehow symbolized my transition from girlhood to womanhood. The red beads were supposed to represent my various life-stages. Or congealed menstrual blood, or something.
“Ohgodpleaseno,” I said, when she told me about her plan. Keep reading »
“Can I ask you a question? Who designed your maxi pad?”
OK, just kidding. This is a conversation that will not actually happen. Patricia Field has leant her name to Kotex, but only to cases that carry feminine hygiene products in and this trippy maxi pad won’t actually be produced. (Besides, she’s a tampon fan anyway.)
Patricia will, however, mentor young designers who want to “ban the bland” and funkify a maxi pad for a Kotex contest. She told Fashionista, “I would put a design element to anything because I don’t want anything around me that’s ugly and boring. Period. Anything I can make beautiful I’ll make beautiful.” Pun, I’m assuming, not intended. [U By Kotex via Fashionista] Keep reading »
Help for men everywhere is finally here! U.K. man, Kari Dorn, invented a PMS alert wristband. After being married for 16 years and hearing his buddies complain about their domestic woes — because a PMSing woman is so, so scary! — Dorn had a brilliant idea for a bracelet that lets men know at what time of the month they should be a wee more sensitive toward their lady friends. His PMS alert wristband uses temperature sensitive technology. Since a woman’s body temperature increases during ovulation and stays that way until right before her period, the bracelet changes color during prime PMS time. So if your man sees a threat level red, he knows to lay low, remember to take out the trash, and go on a chocolate run. Hopefully these bracelets are also stylish … for our sake. [Daily Mail U.K.] Keep reading »
So, yesterday, I ruined what I estimate to be my 57th pair of panties and stained a perfectly good pair of pajama bottoms when my tampon had a major leak. It was not a very sexy moment. But it could have been, if I had only been wearing a pair of Sexy Period panties! These very real, very purchasable undergarments are sold with three absorbent, leak-resistant layers built in, that way, if your ‘pon leaks, the spill will be soaked up by the crotch fabric. No ruined clothing! No public embarrassment! Just a super sexy bloody mess in your pants that’s your little secret. Keep reading »
Every woman’s got ‘em: the panties ruined by Nature’s special, beautiful, magical gift to your ladyparts. You might be thrilled that Bingo’s tadpoles didn’t penetrate the love glove, but that still doesn’t mean you aren’t pissed your white, lacy Victoria’s Secret thong looks like a Jackson Pollack painting.
Typically, girls wear sexy underwear at all times because, even if we know no one is going to see them, we just feel better about ourselves when we know we look pretty underneath. But the three to seven days of the month when all we do is cry and eat Cherry Garcia is an exception! Whether they were formerly cute panties sneak attacked by Aunt Flo or nasty knickers you bought just to stain, here are the five types of period panties every woman’s got: Keep reading »
Gather round, girls, let me tell you a story. Before the late-’70s, when Aunt Flo came to visit, women would have to wear contraptions called sanitary belts. They were diaper-like and came all the way up to an elastic waistband. Oh, the horror! Needless to say, when adhesive-back pads and tampons came around, no one was bummed to throw their crazy-ass period belt in the trash. But now, over 30 years later, someone is trying to resurrect the old time-y sanitary contraptions, and in white no less. Seller Elsayx has posted them for the buy-it-now price of $18.90. And they also come in men’s styles too — for that menstruating man in your life? Oy. [Trend De La Crème]
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Need protection? Why not try a tampon stun gun? This genius new invention, The Pink Stinger, packs 50,000 volts of power for “incredible comfort and protection and ready for honorable discharge at a moments notice.” To shoot intended target from 7 to 10 feet away, just put The Pink Stinger in Zap mode and two extra absorbent cotton tampons with barbed probes and 14 feet of wire will shoot out. An electric current then passes to the body, where the probes attach to the clothing or skin, causing central nervous system disruption, possible urination and certain humiliation. Talk about toxic shock. [InventorSpot] Keep reading »
Ladies, we now have one more thing we can blame on hormones emitted during our menstrual cycle —
slutty sexy clothing choices. A new study from the University of Minnesota Carlson School of Management finds that during ovulation, women “dress to impress” and buy sexier clothing. Apparently, it’s an unconscious choice, but we are trying to look sexier than other nearby women so that men will notice us. Finally, an explanation for why I bought that embarrassingly tight, skanky jersey dress from American Apparel and why it seems like a good idea to wear it about once a month.
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While normally I’d say I feel something akin to dipping the world in sprinkles and fluffy bunny tails, today I’m all grrrrrrr! If my attitude could morph into a shape to personify its feelings, it would be a robot with metal teeth that snorts fire at a monster truck rally. I’d crush puny cars, breathe kerosene, and charge admission! OK, clearly I can explain this shift in my personality with one acronym: PMS. Look out, kiddies, because I am about to surf the crimson wave, and until then, it’s not going to be pretty. It’s not my fault, but in the interest of fair warning, I may feel entitled to these following behaviors — and so should you!
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