O.B. tampons feels really bad about that whole tampon shortage thing you had to go through a few months back, so they’ve whipped up an apology just for you. Nah, girl, I mean, just for YOU. Call it their Ruben Studdard “Sorry For (2004)” — girl, do not underestimate this jam — but O.B. has made a really special sorry for y’all, featuring a Coldplay-ian guy wearing (yes, really) white pants singing a song specially made to order. Do it. I dare you. [O.B. Tampons]
Lock up the Kotex, Mom and Dad! Teens are apparently inserting vodka-soaked tampons vaginally and rectally to get drunk. Granted, this could be another urban legend like so-called “rainbow parties.” But it also could be a legit way the kids are getting wasted these days: A super-sized tampon can hold about a shot of vodka, and when consumed in such a manner, the booze absorbs directly into the blood stream. Keep reading »
I just had the strangest thing happen. About 10 minutes ago, I ran to the drugstore to buy a box of tampons, picking up the latest copy of Us Weekly while I was at it. After I paid, the cashier folded the magazine around the outside of the tampon box and stuck them both in a plastic bag. Then she lowered her voice discreetly and said, “Sorry, that’s the best I can do — we’re out of paper bags.” In other words, “When you walk out of the store, someone might notice that you have just purchased tampons which may lead them to assume you are bleeding from your vagina. I am sorry I can’t do anything to prevent this embarrassment from occurring.” Keep reading »
Guys, in case you were wondering, when you see women whispering (because we are constantly telling each other secrets), we are probably talking about our tampons and how “modern” they are. I’m not exactly sure what kind of tampons my mother used, or how the tampons I use are different, but one thing is certain: tampons are something a lady always talks about discreetly. [F**k Yeah Ugly '90s Clothes] Keep reading »
Of all the anti-abortion legislative f***ery to happen recently, one of the saddest stories is out of Georgia. As I blogged in Today’s Lady News on Wednesday, GA State Representative Bobby Franklin has introduced a bill that would would classify abortion as “prenatal murder” in order to criminalize it, which would thus require miscarriages to be investigated by the state. They’re pre-born citizens, don’t you know? Obviously this is incredibly sensitive to grieving mothers and father who just lost a much-wanted pregnancy.
But for such a wonderful idea, it will be a difficult undertaking: what about all the potential babies — the unfertilized eggs — women lose each month with their
citizenry depletion menstruation? Who will investigate those prenatal murders? Luckily some feminist activists have a great idea on how to help. Keep reading »
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 »
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 »
We ladies don’t get too much eye candy in TV commercials. The advertising motto “sex sells” seems only to apply to fake breasts selling body spray and beer. But all that is changed by Stayfree’s new series of YouTube commercials, “A Date With …” Three hunks who take off their shirts, three dream dates, three … commercials for maxi pads?
“A Date With Brad” is above and you can check out “A Date With Trevor” and “A Date With Ryan” after the jump. Keep reading »