Mini-Rant

My feminine hygiene products are getting a little too bossy. And cheerful. Sort of like perky aerobics instructors who never sweat. Bitches.

I can handle the instructing and the cautioning and the insisting that I properly dispose after use... but I can not handle the cheerful hope that I "have a happy period."
The commercials are irritating. Commercials are supposed to be irritating. But on the packaging there are several times that I am told to have a "happy period."

It's not a happy period.

And frankly, I sort of resent the implication that it should be. I also resent the implication that there are people for whom this is happy fun time. Like I'm the weird one for hiding in my dark bedroom with a heating pad on, a bag of Hershey's kisses in my left hand, a bottle of Lortab in the right. And I'm coming off of 10 days of progesterone... so I'm all jacked up right now.

I am ready for the hormone roller coaster to pull into the station so I can get the hell off this ride.

Have a happy period.
Fuckers.