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 …
