Sometimes I wonder what would happen if we stopped making the p word, read period, such a big deal. Like what would happen if we girls just stripped it off its glamour, iffy-quotient by being downright causal about it. “Listen guys, I’m chumming today. So I’d like to take it easy ok!” That’s all there is to it. Nice and outright. Deprive it of its mystery rights. Either ways, boys love to arrive at conclusions and the signs are so unmistakable that it all becomes elementary my dear Watson! Jump into conclusions they will. They have little respect for the logistics of biology and the fact that it comes only once a month. Anything is THAT thing. Looking-under-the-weather according to them is a dead giveaway or the legendary stomach pain/back pain (apparently stomach upsets or back sprains are the sole privileges of the male species. If girls have them, it’s DEFINITELY ‘that’!) or that stupid traffic-halting pimple that heralds the misery week like the first flower does of spring “Hello sunshine”!!
But yeah. Why not? Why not drag it down from its embarassment pedestal and make it an insignficant deal? So that we don't have to whisper obviously about it. It's just biology afterall. And its not syphillis, for heavensake! Now that would be a reason to be embarrassed. Why not just come out in the open and let the person decide how they want to handle that particular piece of information. Put the burden on them. Most likely they'd be more embarrassed and that's very well. At least you won't have to be subjected to speculation. And there is a great deal of sympathy involved when boys are let in on the secret! But keep them out and all you'll get is sniggering and adolescent curiosity. Bad enough there is all this mind-numbing pain to deal with. So you we really need to make it some kind of high-profile-embarrassment as well? Such a lot to deal with.
Dealing with 120 hours of downtime is by itself a problem without having to deal with smirking morons. Then there is PMS. It's slander, if anything was. Everything we do is PMS. We're crying, it's PMS. We're yelling, it's PMS. We're fighting, it's PMS. We're sulking, it's PMS. "Nothing serious yaar, I bet she's just PMSing." Either we're PMSing or we're lunatics and we need to be institutionalized. A threat to society, either way. I've not known infuriation like I do when my boy friend asks me, when i'm hauling him up for being a jerk, with much practised concern if I'm PMSing. Just like that he acquits himself of all blame and accredits my foul mood to the chemical imbalance of my hormones. Makes my blood boil. And wringing his neck seems like such a sweet option.
So should we deglamorize it and make it mundane? I don't know. I don't even know why we glamourized it in the first place. Though it WAS a lot of fun to freak nosey, horrid college lecturers by shaking the "female problems" excuse in his terrified face and bunk class. Like i said, they have little respect for the logistics of biology and the fact that it comes only once a month and so the excuse held good every two weeks.