Wednesday, March 31, 2010

The Scented Tampon

This blog is dedicated to my beloved and dear roommate Erin:

I was on the phone a little big ago and Erin sent me a text message that said hey can you blog about how awkward scented tampons are? Definitely, in fact, I've had the same thought about them for a long time. The scented Tampon: WHAT is your ultimate purpose anyway? The thing is I pretend like they are an obsolete thing that no one uses, but then I get the random awkward moment where I ask a friend if I can borrow a tampon and she hands me a cardboard stick of flower smelling shit. You know, the male part of the world already has this horrid perspective on PERIODS, TAMPONS, EW GROSS. I find it funny that two gender flipped questions that are always asked are: 1. To a girl: Have you ever bought condoms? 2. To a guy: Dude, have you ever bought tampons, gross. So men just absolutely mentally shut down over periods, babies, tampons, etc...here's what I think: The scented tampon conveys that periods just are the absolute grossest thing of life. I've been around blood on multiple occasions in my life and quite honestly it doesn't have an odor, so why are we selling lilac flavored tampons? It's not like when someone falls and cracks their head someone yells QUICK get the fire lily scented gauze pads before this shit smells up the room. No, absolutely not. Blood doesn't smell and ladies, if you're showering on a regular basis, the scented tampon has got to go. It ruins my day when I forget a tampon and I end up borrowing one from a friend. For the rest of the day when someone asks me how my day's going, I just want to say well I think my flower bed is coming in nicely but I'll let you know after I re mulch in a few hours. How about those girls who send their boyfriends to buy tampons? Are they standing in the isle on the phone whispering yeah honey, did you want scented or unscented? Listen dude, I've seen you buying them and I've seen you grab the biggest box of magnums on your way out so we don't think you're losing your masculinity buying rolled gauze for your girlfriend's monthly natural disaster. Scented tampons: No thanks.

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