menstruation = the dumb cycle

As with most women my age, Aunt Flow visits on a semi regular basis to annoy the crap out of me and send me into walking zombie mode, with a side of “don’t look at me or I may cry for no reason” to boot.

A couple of months ago in my monthly zombie don’t look at me or I may cry for no reason state, I realised something.

Not only do we go through the pain, inconvenience, annoying cycle of menstruation every month… We as women have been thrown into the “you’re killing brain cells basket” every month as well!

Answer me this…

Q – What do Tally-Ho papers, beer, and menstrual pads have in common?

A – They all have trivia questions enclosed in them!

Now I totally get the whole feeding the brain some knowledge when you smoke or drink. But I draw the line at the assumption my brain cells need some knowledge smacked into them each month when I menstruate.

I am guessing nobody in the boardroom was menstruating when that decision was made – or they were all men.

I understand knowledge is power, but the feeling of someone putting the notion forward that I am killing brain cells while menstruating gets under my skin just a tad.

I know I wouldn’t have known all the Bananas in Pyjamas characters were played by women, or that August has the highest numbers of Births in  the year. Or that daily, the human race grows by 214,000 people.

But come on! My brain cells are just fine, I have no need to have trivia questions printed on my pad wrapper.

Now I don’t know if it’s a woman thing or not, but when I go into the loo, I’m in and out of there quick before anyone notices me missing.

It’s something that comes with being a woman. And the fact that the kids have trained me to be quick – even when they’re all at school.

But that’s not the point.

The point is, menstrual pad manufacturing people… Do not assume because my body has the ability to grow little people that may or may not give me ‘baby brain’ for the rest of my life, that I am in need of pampering my brain cells each month as I go through the trauma of feeling like a zombie who will -  if provoked – rip out your teeth and make a wind chime out of them.

Your trivia questions printed on my pad wrapper makes me feel more ”don’t look at me or I may cry for no reason” than a woman going through PMS can feel. I understand my brain may not have all the knowledge it used to have. I am the first to admit I have, without a doubt, had my unborn children suck my brain cells through the umbilical cord to eat during my pregnancies.

But for petes sake, when I have my period is not the time to try to feed me knowledge. It’s the time to feed me chocolate, and ice-cream!

Not only are you making a woman in the midst of PMS lose her shit even more… you’re wasting valuable chocolate and ice-cream manufacturing money on ink!

What’s your thoughts on the whole trivia on the menstrual pad wrapper subject?

P.S. My Valentine chocolates have survived yet another day…

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