The type of guy who loves working at a place that hires scantily clad women to come to parties and be eye candy.

my technique: shove it in. haven’t used an applicator for years.

And they smell like wilted flowers that have been baked into a casserole made entirely of old ladies.

Quieter, more eco-friendly, and stop putting flowers and shit on it. Seriously, stop trying to remind me of spring and renewal with the power of my menses. It’s patronizing.

I think the opinion needs to be formed by the knowledge of the actual users. Most of the time, that doesn’t even occur to them to do. If it did, we’d see a lot fewer brightly colored wrappers, and we’d see low key designs that fit easily in a palm and don’t unwrap in a purse. Christ, it should go without saying, but…

THISSSSS!!! I HAAAATE that so much! I come out of the bathroom ranting to my husband about how “a fucking man obviously designed that bathroom.”

The longer I look, the funnier this gets.

Maybe when every dude out there is willing to buy the things for their lady companions, their opinion will matter.

Or stalls without hooks on the door. Why would you construct stalls in a women’s bathroom without hooks on the door? Am I supposed to put my purse on the floor? Try to balance it on the toilet paper roll?

oh my god!!! why cant we have cute novelty tampon boxes! I can totally see this on the shelf at urban outfitters.

Want!

where is “Xtreme!”?

“the type of man who would question a woman’s decisions about tampon packaging”

Sounds like the next frontier for the theocratic GOP.

Needs more black or red. And possibly a wolf or an explosion.

I’ll never forget a convo I had with a woman once in the ladies room of the building we worked in. The sinks were on one wall, but they put the mirror, (no shelf or anything) on the opposite wall.

I don’t see anything mentioning bluetooth capabilities.... Not a man packaging.

Fortune Tampon!!! Brilliant!

Now I don’t know anything about design, but I really feel like they should come with a piece of chocolate and a midol inside each wrapper. Oh, and slip of paper with your fortune on it.

...What the fuck.