On This, Ignorance Is Bliss
Tampons. Other than being the mule who suffers the man-slapping indignity of plunking down variety-pack boxes of purse bait on random grocery runs, I don’t know the first thing about them. Which probably explains my “you can’t buy your own?” attitude and why I’ve been subliminally duped with tampon commercials and their romantic, sterile display of airy femininity’s least favorite Auntie.
As tampon commercials go, “that time of the month” looks like the happiest week in a girls life with all that joyous prancing, flower picking and confident self-hugging. And with tampons playing look-alike with party poppers, that pretty much says it all, doesn’t it?
Yeah, but I have a Mom, three sisters and a wife and from what little I choose to know about the whole “Congratulations, you’re not pregnant!” thing, tampon ads are big fat liars.
So props to Kotex’s advetising, I guess. After years of perpetuating one of the greatest lies ever told (“Periods are the BEST!”)*, they’re apparently feeling guilty:
*They’re not?
Tags: Kotex, Tampons
