I know it's better than having some strange guy approach me in the grocery store and letting me know, but why should I have to be subjected to B.Rube gently informing me that I've got blood on the ass of my pants at all?????
Eh? It just doesn't seem fair, does it? I know I'm the one usually advocating that we celebrate our periods and honour that whole goddamn process, but sometimes enough is enough, you know?
I could almost see the snicker in his eyes as he told me.
