I hope I won’t offend you by disagreeing with the general notion of this being disgusting. In fact, i think wearing a pad/tampon is kinda disgusting…And, actually, the pads smell, whereas the diva-cups – eliminate the smell…

Really like your blog, btw.
And, my blog is in Russian, so unfortunately, we won’t be able to exchange comments, even though it would’ve been lots of fun. My style is somewhat like yours in terms of sarcasm

Maybe it’s my age, but NEVER does feminism bring on thoughts of hippy-dippy college girls or bull dykes. I think of my Mom, who would spin big furrows in the Family Plot if she could hear me refer to her as a feminist. She was a single mom of three after three failed relationships, was Rosie the Riveter during WWII, with help from family kept us all in school–if not starched & ironed–there to be educated. She worked at whatever job a man wouldn’t be caught dead doing and never apologized to anyone for having the poor judgment to be born with female genitalia.

When I hear the early femist anthem, written by a MAN, BTW, “I am Woman (hear me roar)” nothing fires up in my dream machine. What my Mom and others like her would be proud to march to is “I’M A WOMAN” (http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/bettemidler/imawoman.html) which sums it all up, as you say: No whining, just doing.

Whether you wanna join our club or not, you just did. WELCOME!

This takes nasty to a whole new level. I love the environment and everything, and most everything I build for myself is made of second-hand things.

But this? Um, no thank you. The landfills won’t be getting my newsprint or old ceramic cups (Recycling and mosaic art, respectively) but they can have my nasty old hygeine products.

And really? Is this all you can think to do for the environment? For women? This isn’t empowering, this is idiocy!

One of the things that annoys me most about “Post-feminism” is that it consists almost entirely of attention-whoring and playing the victim card as opposed to self-betterment.

See, the old-style feminists are the ones I really respect, because they actually fought to make themselves better! They worked in manual labor, they made it so they couldn’t be seen as dolls anymore because they proved themselves.

Sad news, ladies: When I think of feminists, unlike the rest of hte populace i don’t think of hippy-dippy college girls that wore cloth pads or bull dykes that sit around and complain. I think of the chicks out there that put on makeup, pull up their hair, and then go out and spend 8 hours working construction. I think of the women who decide that they don’t want to be seen as objects, so instead of complaining, they make it so they cant be!

You can’t change somebody’s mind! It’s that simple! You have to change yourself. Read some Voltaire, take a self-defense course, toughen up!

The only line of defense between strong men belittling and objectifying women is strong women. Not the whiners. The doers.

I did actually wash out a panty pad the other day – only it was entirely by accident and made a right mess of the washing machine. Still picking bits of fluff off my DH’s undies now.

Oh yeah, I was going to give you the Bodacious Blog award, but I see you’ve already got it, and besides, my mother reads my blog and I’m not sure I want her following me here! Oh, what the heck! Have it anyway and I’ll just slip you in quietly!

Right then. Just off to become the inaugural member of the “I’m a Mommyblogger But Don’t Have My Head Up My Ass” club!

~ Jayne

Obviously, their (collective) hope is that we wake up next morning unaware of the switch, feeling especially comfy and call up a friend, whilst feeding Junior home-chopped raw oat bits, to discuss awful periods and arrange to swap cleaning tips.

You’re wise beyond your years.