(A little warning for the guys)So I've been taking a break from reading some blogs that upset me for various reasons. I've been on this whole confronting personal demons kick which has been going really come up but it probably wouldn't be going as swimmingly if I was wasting energy getting disturb about how Brooke Hogan is NOT fat or how last I knew. 10 year olds weren't required to draw their eyebrows and so maybe everyone should lay off Madonna's spawn and not furnish her a complex before she's change surface a teenager or for God's sake TMZ let Britney park her fucking car in peace. You know that stuff. I've also been taking a break from because I was getting depressed and outraged all the time and at least mixes in wacky celebrity outfits with stories about violence against women. Then today. I decided to pop in and I read this affix about. Now anyone who knows me knows that I'm kind of a hippie. I buy raw draw on the color market for Pete's sake. I buy energy-efficient light bulbs. I conceive of about buying a self-sustaining farm somewhere lit with solar panels growing all my own produce and grass-feeding all of my livestock. But I do draw the lie at hippie period inform. I took air with one comment over at Feministing and it went a little something like this:The only populate that don't want to try a cup or cloth pads from what I've noticed are the people who evaluate that their bodies are yucky and shameful. Let me just say that I love my vagina. It's rad. We're BFFs. But for someone who is challenged in the safety arena. I'm pretty sure I could not navigate taking a cup full of menstrual blood out of my vagina and rinsing it without spilling it all over myself my cats or those unfortunate enough to be stuck in a public bathroom with me. And on that note am I really supposed to come out of a stall sidle up to the woman washing her hands next to me and wash out my little daub cup? What?Same problem with a sea sponge. I'm sure no one wants to check me squeeze that do by out in a public place. And I am frequently in a public place. It's a convenience issue. As far as the cloth pads go well. I tried them once. I got a bring together free at my last job and was going to write a review of them but then I got fired instead. So here's my review. It was comfy it was fine and then when I was done with it. I had a bloody cast aside of fabric that I had no desire to wash so I threw it away which I'm pretty sure was not it's intended purpose. Back to the mention though because I'm still annoyed but don't feel like picking a fight over there when I can bitch on my own soapbox. I love the tampon.
! How is sticking a plastic cup in my vagina indicative of feminine pride but sticking a cotton fasten in isn't? And for the preserve. I buy organic cotton tampons which aren't bleached and don't have an applicator. If I thought my body was yucky and shameful wouldn't I not be to stick things in it at all? be. I get that some people like their periods. They sight them empowering and feel all at one with the cycles of the moon and whatnot. I am not one of those people. I get bloated. I undergo cramps. I get migraines. I cry a lot and pick fights with TYM. I just want to close that inform up pop some Excedrin put on my pajamas and check a chick flick while downing an entire chocolate cover. And I don't evaluate that makes me any less of a feminist. Oh and one chick posted a mention about how she got all of her tampon-loving friends the Diva Cup for Christmas and was so disappointed that no one converted. In case anyone was thinking about it do not buy me a fucking Diva Cup for Christmas. If you do we ordain no longer be friends.
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http://www.blindcavefish.com/2007/11/this-post-is-about-menstruation.html
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