Wednesday, July 30, 2008
**Warning Rant Ahead**
I loathe feminine hygiene product commericals. I truly detest them. And since I figured out what the commericals were about (Yeah, I got a filmstrip at 9 and an attempt of the birds and the bees by my mother at 29) my feelings haven't changed.
Until yesterday.
The general pain in the ass- do i really have to sit through this- you've got to be kidding me- thoes damn wings don't do shit- feelings have turned to down right R-A-G-E.
How?
It wasn't demeaning enough that my period is the equivalent of windshield wiper fluid. Blue colored water--Who the F*CK thought of that? It's red people, like blood. In fact it IS blood. TAMPAX has a new marketing compagin that has turned my menses (with all of it's love hate moments) into a F*CKING PRESENT.
A "gift" from Mother Nature. Hahahaha. My beautiful reproductive cycle has been reduced to a box with goddam bow on it.
I let enough pop culture slop pass without comment, so I have a right to pissed about this. And so does every other woman.
Oh and if you are wondering, I'm NOT PMS-ing or on my "gift".
Stupid cultural desexualization.
