It’s another one of those pre-history Taboo subjects, probably best avoided altogether.
Do I tell everyone when I am suffering from any other natural function that is an impact on my life? No. I don’t.
Oh Dear God!
So if my daughter has an accident, I should let her wander around with a dirty diaper to raise awareness?
This person is mentally ill. Seriously mentally ill.
This “oppression” — like so many others reviled by the looney Left — used to fall under the heading of “modesty.” Adults understand that post-pubescent women menstruate; it’s not exactly news. But like a lot of other bodily functions, it’s hardly a matter for public discussion, for the simple reason that NOBODY WANTS TO HEAR ABOUT IT, any more than they want to hear about your post-nasal drip, your foot odor, or your chronic gastric distress.
Feminists have tried to elevate the female genitalia to cult worship status, with ludicrous results.
Some of these idiots think that tampons and sanitary pads aren’t “green” enough, so they use washable/reusable things. They come in all kinds of colors and prints (as if it matters).
I went to the website where they’re sold and wrote a glowing “review” of the product. I said I was a Wiccan who believed in the absolute sacredness of the monthly female flow because it made me as “one” with the tides of the sea. I must have gone over the top, because the review was removed. ;)
Aren't you special. Where do I send the trophy?
I’ve been buying female sanitary products for 46 years. So what ? I call this “consideration and cooperation”.
This “professor” needs to be immediately fired and her department abolished.
Well. duh. They are trying not to laugh. No one uses that word except for health teachers and gender activists. Period. Rag. Buddy. Aunt Flo and a million others.
Although I do like the idea "Need a Tampon, take a tampon." It would have come in handy a few times back in the day.
My Daddy told me to never trust anything that will bleed for 5 days and not die.
The onset of the life cycle in a woman’s body was celebrated in this house. It means that God chose you to be a woman with the possibility of being a mother one day. What an honor. A blessing not a burden or a once a month excuse to go to bed for three days.
This woman has chosen a life where it seems she celebrates nothing but her own self serving wants & desires. And now she is teaching another generation of women that they should be embarrassed to be a woman.
We are heading for a second generation of women who think they are entitled to party, drink & generally be irresponsible instead of growing up and contributing for the better to life & those around them. Responsibility is a foreign word to them, and all the problems they have are someone else’s fault. Very hard to converse with someone who is only interested in themselves.
Trying to mentor someone who only wants to be entertained or waited on is difficult. Teaching them a useful skill, like cooking, sewing, knitting, etc...well they aren’t interested. They want their nails done, shopping at the mall, or a dance party at a bar. They want shortcuts for everything. They can’t stand to be alone with themselves because maybe it reminds them how empty they are. Where are we headed?