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monday morning catharsis.

This could possibly be horrific for a boy but not any less horrific than my initial reaction. Because I'm daft and evidently have a traditional vagina.

Morning ritual is reading through all emails, facebook, twitter, blogs, then Guardian. I read virtually every new article on the Guardian everyday (I have now ODed on Michael Jackson and will pass those up). So there was a lovely article on a viral campaign that Tampax is doing where a teenage boy wakes up with a vagina. Poor kid.

So there are some wild tangents I'll be conducting, heading from here to there so try to keep up. I hate the Guardian comments- I think in theory it's a great idea to have a rolling dialogue where the journalist can partake in conversation but practically, people are just too shitty- especially on the internet. I've felt like this for the past year- the internet is now a platform for people to be nasty. Faceless conversations with strangers erupts in some sort of racist fodder (check out YouTube comments for that, it's shocking). I'm just annoyed with people who have no authority exercising their right of speech (fine of course, but because they're faceless, nameless, soulless, it's an excuse to be the worst version of yourself, offering uneducated opinions such as 'why would the Guardian write an article about Twitter at Glastonbury....ummm no one is holding a gun to your inflated head forcing you to read it. That's my biggest pet hate right now, people complaining about content when they're the ones who took the time to read it, and obviously not lured under false pretense, that was the headline: Twitter at Glastonbury). Fuck. I digress.

So yes I hate it. But I am a gross person and evidently a hypocrite because I too read things that evidently I don't want to read but of course must read. I just realised how contradictory that is, but I don't care. Sometimes Guardian comments offer great insights into iced coffee recipes and cheap Euro hostels. But today, post Tampax post, I was reading through and everyone kept commenting on the Mooncup, how the mooncup saved their life, the environmental advantages, the comfort. So my mind had to of course paint a terrified portrait- this article was emphasizing the importance of women discussing their first periods therefore perhaps the attitude of these comments where leaning towards a free love, blessed vagina.

Admittedly, I was scared. But that never stops me from googling things. So I looked this thing up. I don't think I would ever use it myself, but it's wonderful to know that someone has created another option. Hmm...I'm having a difficult time putting this into words. It's like if a tree falls in the woods scenario; or even ignorance is bliss (adamantly disagree). I guess my biggest point is that I'd like to think of myself as a progressive, modern woman of the world but had no idea about silicone cups. Ultimately, you go through life thinking that tampons are your only option and then someone unexpectedly presents you with option B and it's nice, you know?

This probably makes zero sense whatsoever. Which happens from time to time, especially Mondays when I learn something new in a forum which is conducive to pissing me off.