Oh what woe it is to be one with a uterus that likes to explode.
I've always wondered what the world would be like if men menstruated instead. Would it still be considered icky? Would it still be considered dirty and unclean, something to be hidden away and hushed up about? Somehow I don't think so.
A vast majority of people I meet are still embarassed to talk about periods. Why that is is beyond me, but then again I come from a place that puts the fact that I get a period up on a pedestal. Sure, it's annoying and gets in the way of things at times but where would we be without it? Well, without the badass shedding of our uterus line, we all wouldn't…exist. So yeah… I think it's pretty awesome that we mensturate, and are able to propagate our species through the passage of our glorious vajayjay's. If you think otherwise, then maybe you ought to go back to middle school when you thought all girls had cooties or something equally as childish.
All this hate on our lady love parts is just sad. Believe me, it wouldn't be the same if it was the other way around:
“What would happen, for instance, if suddenly, magically, men could menstruate and women could not? The answer is clear – menstruation would become an enviable, boast-worthy, masculine event: Men would brag about how long and how much. Boys would mark the onset of menses, that longed-for proof of manhood, with religious ritual and stag parties. Congress would fund a National Institute of Dysmenorrhea to help stamp out monthly discomforts. Sanitary supplies would be federally funded and free. (Of course, some men would still pay for the prestige of commercial brands such as John Wayne Tampons, Muhammad Ali’s Rope-a-dope Pads, Joe Namath Jock Shields – “For Those Light Bachelor Days,” and Robert “Baretta” Blake Maxi-Pads.) Military men, right-wing politicians, and religious fundamentalists would cite menstruation (“men-struation”) as proof that only men could serve in the Army (“you have to give blood to take blood”), occupy political office (“can women be aggressive without that steadfast cycle governed by the planet Mars?”), be priest and ministers (“how could a woman give her blood for our sins?”) or rabbis (“without the monthly loss of impurities, women remain unclean”).”
“The prohibition against talking about menstruation—shh…that’s dirty; that’s gross; pretend it’s not going on; just clean it up—breeds a climate where corporations, like femcare companies and pharmaceutical companies, like the makers of Lybrel and Seasonique, can develop and market products of questionable safety. They can conveniently exploit women’s body shame and self-hatred. And we see this, by the way, when it comes to birthing, breastfeeding, birth control and health care in general. The medical industrial complex depends on our ignorance and discomfort with our bodies.”
|—||From an interview with Chris Bobel about her book New Blood: Third Wave Feminism and the Politics of Menstruation. Cited by Lester Andrist in Sociological Cinema. Read the rest of Andrist’s article, which focuses on the portrayal of menstruation as a comical point of disgust in the film Superbad and as shameful in the film Carrie.|