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 »
Nevermind how I found myself at the French website for Tampax. What’s more crazy is what I found there: a marketing campaign recruiting Tampax tampon users to vie for a spot as president of the “Max Le Tampax” Fan Club. Why anyone in their right mind would want to be the president of a club dedicated to the art of menstruation is beyond me. Worse, I can’t imagine the ad agency reps behind this campaign were in any state of mental stability when they created this Max character—a young, overly dramatic dude (dare I even say teenager?) dressed in a giant yellow tampon costume …
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