I often hear that boys are easier to raise than girls and I wholeheartedly disagree. My little princess* is a textbook angel. She poses perfectly in photos. She’s always listens to her parents and she’s never asked uncomfortable questions in public.
As a fan of both the good, old fashioned pad and her sleeker, hotter and younger sister, the tampon, my daughter has always been exposed to both but I guess she never witnessed how the Skipper of the feminine hygiene world worked. So when she asked me “How does a tampon work anyway?” the other day, I figured needed to answer her.
There are certain expectations of women, especially mothers, which exist in our society. A picture-perfect home, a home-cooked meal, and presentable kids in ironed clothing, sans chocolate face … Many of us have been bucking the system out of downright necessity. We’ve been doing things that prime time television would look down on us for and “perfect” mothers would judge …
Sure, you think, you’ve got plenty of fat storage to sustain you for a year, at least. But for a fat bitch, it was so much worse. I was like a traveler in a desert seeing mirages of turkeys and diet cokes.