The Best Job Ever, redux

First all-staff meeting at The Best Job Ever. Not first one with the new boss -- first one. In, like, ten years. The previous boss (whom I liked, don't get me wrong) didn't do them.

I know a lot of people hate meetings, but when they're useful, I really like them. In this particular job, we benefit from the energy and ideas of bringing everyone together, especially as we face the drastic UC budget cuts.

Ewwwww, girl blood, gross, get it offa me!!!

Seriously? Grown men still think it's hilariously, cringeingly embarrassing to buy tampons??

(My comment, which may be removed -- I don't see much but "Har, har, you're totally right, it's embarrassing!" responses there:

It’s a health product, like band-aids. Only people who think menstruation is some kind of icky gross thing (aren’t those only fourteen-year-old boys?) should make a big deal about buying them for someone they love. I don’t fuss if I have to buy band-aids or jock-itch cream or an enema for my partner — their health is more important to me than some prurient “ewww” reaction that I outgrew in the fourth grade.

(As to why there are so many absorbencies, it’s to prevent toxic shock syndrome (TSS), which, though relatively rare, is fatal. Fatal is bad. Much worse than someone thinking you might be partnered with someone who — EWW! — menstruates.)

My partner says this when we occasionally have to deal with menstrual issues (say, blood on the sheets because of a surprise onset): “Well, I could solve that by not sleeping with women. I like sleeping with women, so I guess I just accept that a little blood is part of the package.”

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So the douche from the previous post specifically asks for women to tell him if he's off track, and then deletes my comment telling him he's off track. Quel suprise.