If I weren’t majorly PMSing today, I would be totally in love with this charticle of my menstrual cycle journey. Created by the chick behind I Heart Guts!, the colorful chart takes you from Day 1 (Bloody Mess!) through Day 15 (Luteal Lunacy!) all the way through the day the Egg Breaks (Day 25) and your period makes its appearance. I am pretty sure I am around Day 24. Better go buy tampons.
Check out the I Heart Guts! site, where you can buy adorable organ plushy toys, posters, T-shirts, and baby gifts. The chick managed to make menstruating adorable, so it’s worth a visit. [via Jezebel] Keep reading »
The first time I got my period, my mother (after crying and then running to tell my father even though I had just asked her not to) got into bed with me and brought a rich, dark chocolate mousse with her. She explained to me that women eat chocolate during their periods because it makes them feel calm and happy. This I found to be true, but when Aunt Flo started visiting with more intensity, mom didn’t coddle, and instead handed me a huge dose of Advil. “Are you crazy?” I shouted. “This will kill me!” “No,” she said, “What’s on the bottle is a safe dose, but they use far more in hospitals when people are in pain. You’re in lots of pain.” And so for years I’ve been shoving Ibuprofen down my throat (usually eight or so a day during ladytime). Keep reading »
If Tyra Banks can share with everyone on “The Tyra Show” when she got her first period—during 11th grade, at her dad’s house—so can The Frisky editors. I’ll start!
Mine came the summer after 7th grade on the second morning of sailing lessons at the local country club. (Shut up, I’m a WASP.) One the first day of obnoxiously preppy sailing class, the students had to tread water in the pool for a few minutes to prove that we wouldn’t drown if the boats capsized. But my Blair Waldorf-ian self woke up the morning of the second class with blood in my underwear! Because I’m my mom’s baby, she majorly teared-up over me getting my period—so embarrassing! So I just snatched the pads from her and hissed that I didn’t want to talk about it. Mom had no chance to teach me about tampons and I didn’t ask!
But I spent the next several days of sailing class terrified we’d have to go in the pool again, or my boat would capsize and I’d get wet, and everybody would know I was wearing a big, soggy pad. To this day, that’s pretty much all I remember about sailing lessons! I didn’t use a tampon for the first time until I was 16 (during a performance of “The Vagina Monologues” of all places). Alas, by then, my sailing days were over.
I’m not the only Frisk-ette with a slightly tragic first period story. Our tales of tampons and trauma, after the jump. Keep reading »
I can think of lots of momentous events I wouldn’t want human pit bull/Baby Phat designer Kimora Lee Simmons
around for — and inserting a tampon
in my coochie for the very first time is one of them. But on “The Tyra Show”‘s first-ever program all about periods, Tyra Banks
shared how, at the ripe-old age of 26, Miss Fabulosity coached (bullied?) her on how to insert a tampon. An applicator-less tampon. There’s some mental imagery for you!
But Tyra’s period show wasn’t all about famous women pushing Tampax up their lady flowers: Tyra invited three doctors on the show to explain why Aunt Flo comes to visit. It’s a ghastly state of affairs for sex ed if grown women are learning why they get their periods on “The Tyra Show.” Still, I learned lotsa stuff about my monthlies thanks to Ty-Ty … like, you can still get laid if you go to bed wearing an adult diaper on your heavy flow nights. Proof of THAT above!
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I love my body and I’m in touch with my beautiful lady-flower and all that. But the few days of the month that I’ve got PMS are hellacious. Yep, it really blows. I turn into a complete stereotype and it’s just embarrassing: chocolate cravings, tears, not fitting into my skinny jeans, the whole nine yards.
We all know the menfolk in our lives generally can’t relate to this drama. Lucky for me, my dad raised four daughters, so he knew to pick up chocolate ice cream and tampons at the grocery store and then disappear into the TV room until the storm blew over. But if the guy in your life is clueless, it’s time to read him your PMS Bill Of Rights—before he eats the last Haagen-Dazs bar and you read him the riot act instead. Keep reading »
As a lady, you know that every month there will be blood. But designer Andy Kurovets wants Aunt Flo to move in with you permanently. Soak in his Hygienic Sanitary Pad Layers Table. If only we could really shelve our periods … but these will at least help you organize your bloody mess. Perhaps there is no more fitting furniture to store your chick-rock CD collection. Those Sarah McLachlan, Indigo Girls, Ani DiFranco, and Joni Mitchell records would look quite at home lined up on these sanitary napkins. Now, you gotta see what Andy did with with a tampon, after the jump! [WOW Report via Yanko Design] Keep reading »
I’ve never thought of my cramps as particularly debilitating, but even I have had moments when I need something stronger than Midol. (One vacation where I was unable to get out of bed comes to mind.) But there’s a new treatment out there—Allay, a pulsed electromagnetic field therapy device—that could nix period pain forevs. This treatment was originally used for sports injuries—even on racehorses. It works by emitting a low level electromagnetic current to the cells down there, restoring the electrical balance that’s messed up during menstruation. Place the cloth circle on your abdomen behind the elastic of your undies, turn on the switch, and let the currents do their work. Some say Allay works as a placebo, but five cramp-free days is enough motivation to try it. [Daily Mail]
If you’re a little wary of anything used to treat horses, here are some other unconventional remedies that might work for you. Keep reading »
I don’t get lady times once a month. In fact, I don’t get it ever. Due to babymaker problems that you’d prefer not to think about (trust me), I’ve been on a constant stream of birth control for six months so as to avoid more surgery. In short, my reproductive system doesn’t function. The factory has been shut down.
But because a few icky lady parts problems and surgeries just aren’t enough to deal with, I’ve also reacted badly to six different forms of hormones, becoming a bloated, mean, or moody mess after a few weeks on each. So last week, once the inexplicable crying had set in, my chest had inflated to monstrous proportions, and I felt the urge to kick small children, my doctor decided it was time to try my seventh variety of hormone. But rather than switching directly from the patch to the new pill, she told me to take a week off, complete a cycle and then get back to being The Amazing Period-Less Girl. Keep reading »
With all the advances in technology and medical research, it’s about damned time someone discovered a way to minimize or eliminate that inconvenient monthly scourge we ladies call our period. Or so drugs like Seasonale and Lybrel, which advertise their ability to reduce or annihilate a monthly period (respectively) would have you believe. As anyone who watches E! or SoapNet (what? You don’t watch “Being Erica”?) can attest, there’s been an explosion in the marketing of birth control pills that help you manage your flow, but the technology allowing a woman to do this has been around since the advent of the Pill in 1960. In fact, the Pill’s creators allowed specifically for a week-long sabbatical from the hormones that stopped you from ovulating with the specific intention of mimicking the body’s natural cycle, worried that women would balk at the notion of not having her trusty monthly visitor. But the fact is, if you’re on the Pill, there’s no reason to bleed. And yet some women still find the idea of not having a period exceedingly unnatural. So the question is: when you’re on the Pill, is your period really necessary? Two women weigh in, after the jump… Keep reading »
Yesterday, as I was flipping through People, I came across an advertisement that scared me to death. What was it marketing? Feminine hygiene products, of course. Because, I mean, what could be scarier than a period?! The Always Infinity ad features a dangerous tornado-like whirlpool swirling ominously into a gigantic maxi pad. A pad that, apparently, has the power to absorb ten times its weight— “so your heavy days won’t spin you out of control.” (If you care to see the full, 3-D, moving visual, check it out here.)
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