Having a vagina ain't for pussies

You know, I get a little torqued when men throw out that "time of the month, eh?" thing. Because, yeah -- it's true, but they have ABSOLUTELY no idea what that means.

Or even what it means to have a vagina in general.

I mean, if they had to deal with the bleeding, cramping, headaches, bizarre tie-in to your bowels, mood swing thing every single month of their lives they'd be a little fucking crabby, too.

Not to mention the occasional inexplicable discharges, yeast infections, bladder infections.

And then there's the hair issue. Seems to always need some level of grooming. Too much or not enough, and I don't see them hankering into bizarre positions with sharp instruments poised above THEIR private areas too regularly.

Then you got to dress it up the right way. Gotta let it breathe but not too much because then there's that odor.

God help you if you have a vagina that smells. Never mind trying to tell them what THEY smell like down yonder, they think it smells like roses and tastes like chocolate.

White chocolate, that is.

I'm just saying -- suffer a couple of headaches and a life-altering level of mood swings regularly and then come to me with your "that time of the month, eh?"

Gotta go philosophize...

HP