I do not think we should judge other women for having all male friends. I have heard fellow feminists say that they don’t trust women who don’t have female friends, or that women who don’t involve themselves with other women socially are not “real” feminists. But I think it is quite anti-feminist…
Got a new pencil case while traveling. Now need pens to fill it. SUCH A GOOD PROBLEM TO HAVE TO SOLVE.
Advocating mere tolerance of difference between women is the grossest reformism. It is a total denial of the creative function of difference in our lives. Difference must not be merely tolerated, but seen as a fund of necessary polarities between which our creativity can spark like a dialectic.
Sometimes you have these really great, inspiring experiences. Like the ones where you meet people who make you ask questions you never knew you were capable of asking. Like the ones where you have all the energy in the world, and you never want to go to sleep, and you have enough ideas that if you were to write them on tiny slips of paper they would fill all the floors of the tower of Pisa.
And then you get on your Facebook feed. And it all goes to hell. You may lose your faith in humanity, or your ability to think clearly, or you faith in others’ abilities to think clearly.
So far this is the only convincing argument I have found for fusing your social life with your work life.
I think it is time to do some spring cleaning.
Disclaimer: You’re about to read about vaginas. And menstrual blood. And menstrual blood in vaginas.
I’ve said for a long time that there are no good options for women on two important fronts: birth control, and “feminine hygiene” products. I still hold strong on this for birth control. I dare you to tell me an option that is (a) non-invasive, (b) has no side-effects or risks of infertility, and (c) actually works.
HOWEVER. There IS an option for when you get your period, ladies. It is called the Diva Cup.
At first glance the Diva Cup is intimidating. Picture a shot glass made of plastic with a dingle-berry at the end, and you’re not far off. How does that go in me, you ask? Simple: You fold it up, taco style, and up it goes. The key to making the leak-proof seal is to twist as you go, not unlike screwing the cap back on an old-school ketchup bottle.
Pro-vagina-warrior-tip #1: It lasts for hours. Typically I go through 3 or 4 super-size tampons on my second day - I only had to change the Diva cup once. When you’re ready, you grab the dingle-berry, pull, and out it comes. Easy breezy beautiful, lover girl.
Pro-tip #2: The thing that really knocked my socks off is that MY CRAMPS WERE GONE. I usually get killer cramps - the kind that wrap around your back and belly, reach down into your thighs, and make you curl up around a heating pad for hours. This is my inheritance (thanks, Mom), and I’ve learned to deal with it. But with the Diva Cup, I had no cramps this month. Zero. Zip. Zilch. I’ll need to wait a few more cycles before I can claim causation, but I can tell you that the shift has been dramatic.
Pro-tip #3: The sanitation aspect is seriously improved.
A: No need to change the Diva Cup after your morning movement, if you know what I mean… no strings attached. Nothing dangling.
B: No odor. Now, to be fair, I was never willing to subject my vagina to the circus of scented tampons. (If you do, you probably should reconsider that decision anyways. Vaginas shouldn’t smell like papaya or Irish breeze or whatever.)
Pro-tip #4: No batteries required. You don’t need to carry anything with you! No extra tampons or emergency pads stuffed in your purse or back pockets. The only thing you really need is soap and potable water - and the soap can wait until later in the day if you’re really in a pinch.
So go out and git it. And no, I’m not paid by Diva Cup folks to boost sales. Although if they wanted to support my enthusiasm, I wouldn’t kick them out of my bed.