Padded

So sometimes you go through life just...padded. And this is what I mean...

So I'm at the store and I have to wear pads. When was the last time you wore pads? Just think about it for one second. It was probably when you were 14, and you just started to experience the natural womanly flow that happens. And because you didn't want to just start pluggin a hole, you most likely began with pads. Yeah, me too.

You can imagine the surprise it was to arrive in a grocery store at 7:30 am looking over a decade of feminine evolution. It took me ten minutes to realize that they now have pictures on the outside. So then I thought I was safe. I knew I just needed the short ones. So that's what I bought.

I'd really hate to see the long ones.

Needless to say, for the past five days I have been walking around with something short of a diaper between my legs. Imagine having to wear a down pillow there, while moving around, wearing normal clothing, and engaging in business. So forgive me if I've been a bit tempermental.

But wearing pads is the most uncomfortable, enconimally destroying thing I have ever had to participate in! I feel horrible that I had to in the first place.

But alas, I did. Who wears these things? I think the entire pad industry has to be based on new gals with periods under the age of 16.

The lesson here is a new profound appreciation for any man that has had to buy feminie hygenie products. For whatever reason. If I have a problem figuring it out, after ten years, I truly pity the man who has to make the decision in that life changing isle.