Handling menstruation is a challenge that women face everywhere and falls on a spectrum, from the practice of chhaupadi in Nepal, to women feeling ashamed of and pressured to conceal their menstruation in North America.

You'll only end up getting high on your own supply and decide to take the rest of us out so you don't have to share.

Items for "women's sanitary health" are always such an incredibly low priority but women can not function without them. This shit doesn't surprise me and I'm glad companies are going to try and help, but it's that it got to this point that bothers me. If it was an item men needed for a week every month, you can bet it…

I'm not sure. That white person could be his wife or girlfriend and bitches have a long history of asking for it.

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Well yes, Fox is always right...

He literally got away with murder, so he thinks (correctly, it would appear) that he's invincible. This will continue forever... or until he harms a cop.

This fucking guy again? Go fuck yourself, Zimmerman. You're a walking bag of dicks.

But Trayvon Martin is a thug and George Zimmerman is a good, law abiding citizen who exercises his second amendment rights responsibly.

Mmm...ribbon candy!

I know she's only a little baby; but I want to strangle ariana grande a bit.

This isn't me, but it was a guy I was dating at the time. We had vermicelli for dinner. There was one little dried bit of vermicelli stuck to the botom of the pot. Boyfriend, who was always cleaning pots and pans with his hands first to "save sponges" (WTF even is that) was cleaning it and decided to scrape the piece…

I already posted one but I just realized I have done something MUCH dumber.

I've lived a full and very painful life.

i'm just one of those people who constantly hurts themselves, in little insignificant ways. like my automatic reaction to any bump or slip or anything is an 'ow,' just to be prepared, then i assess if there's any actual damage.

I once severed my tongue (did you know they could reattach those?) in a library, on the first day after their renovations (I ended up volunteering there 15 years later, it was apparently legend.) I tripped and bit it clear off.

Oh Christ, where do I begin?

One night as a senior in high school I was high as a kite with a group of attractive men. As the night wore on I started making out with one of them and almost immediately started to have trouble breathing.

Was walking with my laptop in hand, slipped in cat vomit on a tiled floor, busted my ass & the laptop. Gross and dumb.