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April 25, 2007



Amen, sister. And even though we're in slightly different boats (we're certainly not hoping for a Simon over here), I can't help but think about what an awful waste it is every month. I was going to do a blog post about it, but do you realize that we have our periods for 3 months every YEAR??!?!?!?! What the hell? It's enough to make a girl shop for a Home Hysterectomy kit on Ebay.


Word! When I hear women talking about how great their periods are, I want to beat them with an econo sized box of super thick, extra long maxi pads.


Do they sell a Home Hysterectomy kit? I'll buy one right now! Coming into the discussion late, can I just say, "I second that emotion." There is nothing 'beautiful' about bleeding all over your favorite panties that Target no longer cares. The most blissful months of my life were after I got pregnant and the eight months after the girls were born and I was nursing . . . because there was no period! The only time I missed it was when I was on Norplant and then, it was a double edged sword: 60 days without it and wondering if I was pregnant and then 60 days with it and wondering what the fuck I did to deserve this.

Oh, I almost forgot . . . Yep. That sucks.

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