And I mean it. It’s a rant about feminine products. So, dad (and any other man reading this, Please stop here.
I have a doctor’s appointment this afternoon. It concerns a blood vessel in my upper thigh, about 2 inches away from my girl parts. Well, mother nature has also blessed me with my period! AWESOME!!
My skin is too sensitive for tampons, although I have them in an emergency (like today) most of the time I resort to pads. Well, I bought a package of pads a few days ago, and what the…? Each individual pad should come with separate instructions. I’ve never seen so many flaps, so many sticky flaps. They should label them all and instruct us as to which flap goes where. Because as I’m on the toilet trying to figure it out, I feel like I’m trying to put together a freaking tent! What ever happened to the pad that you just peeled the back off of and slapped it in your underwear? Now we need handles to hold it in place? What the hell? It was like a science project before bed last night! I almost threw the damn thing out and went with a tampon just because I didn’t feel like trying to figure this damn thing out!
I REALLY think a few of us girls should get together and write to the makers of the pad companies (more than likely a man, because I’VE never had a happy period, have you?) and tell them like it is. We don’t need flaps with sticky tape to hold the original flaps with sticky tape in place. We need simplicity. Are you TRYING to test our limits, knowing our mood will be foul, are you taunting us? DO you need a reminder that the female species can handle much more pain than the male species. In fact, I just read an article. The maximum amount of pain a man can/has been able to endure is 2.9 something. (I forget what measurement they used). Mid labor, a woman’s pain rate is 6-7. What the hell does that tell you? 1. That’s why women have he babies. If men got their periods, Hydrocodone would be over the counter and pads would be covered by their insurance.
But anyway… that is my rant for the day. Happy blogging everyone. I’m sincerely sorry if you read this in its entirety, Dad. I warned you. So now you KNOW the mood I’m in. You better be nice and friendly when I stop by today. 🙂
Until next time…
~Kate…miserable and tired of freaking sticky flaps, Kate