Being a girl can be shit, especially when our body decides to punish us for not being a dumb skank by haemorrhaging every month. During this special time we end up eating painkillers all day like a cry-for-help self-medicator. What else? Sex is cancelled (it’s not like we expect anyone to go down on us), family members get pissed about un-flushed blood-tissues (yeah, because what you put in the toilet’s fucking gorgeous) and every time we hand a box of tampons over to the 16-year-old at Sainsbury’s acts like there’s sexual energy passing between us, (yes I have a vagina, yes you have a dick, no it’s not going to happen, I’m buying a vaginal doorstop, not chocolate body paint). The only good to come out of the whole mess, other than an unfertilized egg, is being able to wear period knickers.
