Are we afraid of periods? Are we afraid of tampons or pads? Do ladies think dudes don’t know about periods? Don’t dudes know? Periods are not an attack on society. We all get them. It just happens, y’all.
I had a wonderful experience this week. I was in the wide open spaces of my office (visible from the doorway), when I ferociously dug through my purse, carelessly took a tampon from my tiny lady business purse, and dared to hold it for all to see before shoving it, slowly, into my giant dress pocket. That’s right, people. I grabbed a tampon – IN THE OPEN. I am a monster!
Moments after my sinful act, a concerned elderly lady (actually elderly) explained to me that she saw me perform this act of horror, and that I was inappropriate, dishonorable, and altogether yucky. She was offended by my tampon stashing. She was offended by my lack of discretion. She felt I should be more careful, and far sneakier whilst collecting and transporting such feminine goods. WRONG.
I am not ashamed of my menstruation. I am a woman in my (barf) child-bearing years. I get my punctuation every month. Personally, I consider the crimson tide a celebration of life unmade. Most single, sexually active women probably have similar reactions. Sure, cramps happen, but cramps are the song a body sings to remind you that labor would be even worse. It is a warning and a party all at once. At this point though, it’s really just a party.
CONGRATULATIONS! YOU DIDN’T MAKE A BABY! Thank you for telling me, body. This is great news!
People should not be weirded out by a young woman with a tampon, a pad, or some other period-y product. It’s in the wrapping. It’s new. How is my period offensive? I don’t want to tell you about it. I just want to be able to carry a tampon in my own damn office, or down a damn hallway, or in front of other people. Why? Because I do. It’s a fucking tampon. Get over it, you child.
I was never nervous or embarrassed by buying feminine hygiene products, even as a teenager. I have friends who still get embarrassed about holding tampons or whatever in the store, but I don’t. If I don’t feel weird, why should you? I should be able to walk up to a check out lane with condoms, tampons, pads, adult diapers, hemroid cream, diet pills, and crocs without shame, and without making anyone else feel ashamed. You don’t know me. I don’t know you. Nothing should be that surprising.
Vaginas bleed sometimes. Sometimes guys get boners. People buy condoms. I buy tampons.
The next time some one in a store, or an office, or wherever gets all weirded out by seeing me with a tampon, I will bust out the below tampon flute and go to town on that bitch.