When I was a little kid, my teenage sister explained to me that she had become a woman. This meant that for one week out of the month, I had better do exactly what she tells me. I would never know exactly when that week would be, so for my sake, she lovingly suggested I play it safe and stay out of her way. Because during that week, she would be going through a natural change that happens to all grown adult women and she wouldn’t be able to control her rage.
So, largely, I did what my older sister told me, because it was obvious that she was a werewolf. Keep reading »
The decision to cohabit with my now ex-boyfriend Jeff was prompted by a fight over my period.
Jeff and I came back to my place after dinner to find my male roommate and some of his buddies sitting on the couch. He was angry because he just got laid off. He was drunk. In general he was a big a**hole. Keep reading »
Back in the olden days, Disney Studios used to make educational videos for the youngsters using their flair for storytelling. So how might Walt Disney’s genius have explained, say, menstruation
to children? Wonder no longer! Above, Disney’s “Story Of Menstruation.” I really wish this was done in more of a trippy, “Fantasia” style, but I am pleased that the uterine lining that is shed during menstruation is described as “velvety.” Also, glad to know that extremely vigorous horseback-riding is not only okay during my monthly visitor, but encouraged. [via BuzzFeed
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The o.b. shortage is coming to an end with supplies of non-applicator plugs re-upping in stores around the country. For me, the panic that drove women to buy boxes of overpriced tampons on eBay was solace for a shameful secret: I was 29 years old and had never gone to a store and bought menstrual products. Keep reading »
This morning, a former (male) colleague of mine posted a link to a New York Daily News news story on my Facebook wall. “Right up your alley sister…” said this friend of mine. “Women searching far and wide for o.b. tampons after they mysteriously disappear from store shelves,” read the headline. I am so pleased that I am the first person people think of when reading breaking news blurbs about missing tampons. Anyway, this story is actually a fascinating one, even though I am not on Team O.B. Keep reading »
I got my first period when I was 12 about to turn 13. I, of course, felt like I was the last one. My friends Annie and Sarah both got their periods before me and, I swear, it bonded them in a way that made me insanely jealous. I wanted blood to flow out of my vagina too! I wanted Kirk Cameron to respond to my fan mail and I wanted to be a woman, dammit. When it finally happened, it didn’t take long for me to realize that having your period is basically a complete bummer. And it’s especially a bummer for girls who get their first visit from Aunt Flow at a younger age. According to the U.K.’s Daily Mail, a survey of 2,000 girls found that those who got their first visit from Aunt Flo before the age of 13-and-a-half were more likely to suffer from depression than girls who got their periods later. This is likely because menstruation comes as part of the package deal known as PUBERTY and puberty sucks. And if you’re going through puberty before other kids your age, well, that’s even crappier. “Early maturing girls may feel isolated, and faced with demands which they are not emotionally prepared for,” said Bristol University research Dr. Carol Joinson. There isn’t a conclusive link, however, between girls who got their periods early and depression in adulthood, but I’m pretty sure I can blame my mental issues on my hippie mom making me wear pads instead of tampons. [Daily Mail UK] Keep reading »
This Pakistani billboard for Butterfly pads aptly describes what many of us ladies think when we hear the word “leaks.” Doesn’t it remind you of the days of yore when the iPad was the most period-y-sounding gadget ever? [AdFreak.com] Keep reading »
We happen to think this commercial from Chile for Kitadol menstrual relief pills is hilarious. We are not a fan of getting our period, an experience that leaves us feeling bloated, irritated, and ready to smash all comers. Which is why this ad is so great: it shows it like we feel it. The only thing missing for this Viking stand-in who symbolizes how chicks suffer on their periods is one of those studded metal balls chained to the end of a stick that we’d like to use on someone when we’re cramping 10 ways ’til Tuesday. [Copyranter]
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How would you feel about having your potty use at work monitored during your monthly menstrual cycle? In Norway, a workers union put together a shocking list of “tyrannical” bathroom monitoring practices, as Norwegian businesses seem to be overly concerned about losing productivity due to workers’ frequent trips to the restroom. One manager reportedly forced female employees to wear red bracelets while they had their periods to justify increased trips to the toilet. WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? Fortunately government officials were not cool with making women wear scarlet bracelets in the work place. “Women quite justifiably feel humiliated by being tagged in this way, so that all their colleagues are aware of this intimate detail of their private life. Toilet Codes relating to menstrual cycles are clear violations of privacy and is very insulting to the people concerned,” said Norway’s chief consumer ombudsman, Bjorn Erik Thon. Ya think? [Daily Mail] Keep reading »
In my middle school years, I learned about the menstrual cycle the same way I think most of my girlfriends did — through biology class, Judy Blume books and gossip. My mom told me zilch. My older sister prepared me for nada. Of course, parents these days, a generation later, are much more proactive in talking to their kids about sexuality, and at an early age, well before puberty hits — which I’m pretty sure is a good thing. On Psychology Today’s “Owning Pink” blog this week, Dr. Lissa Rankin has 12 tips for how to prepare a daughter for maturing, including “Take her on a tour of her body” and “Give her permission to tell you anything.” Wow, if I had gotten one such tip from my mom in the mid ’80s, I probably would have felt less shy about my changing body.
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