You’ve had it happen before. Probably more times than you
can count, actually. The nervous girl whispering, “Do you have an extra
tampon?” The exchange of glances spread like wildfire among all the women as
the desperate search for a tampon ensues. The best part about this oft repeated
scenario is the secrecy of it all. There seems to be this unspoken rule that
men and menstruation are kept completely separate. Even if males become aware
of a “tampon search,” they pretend to have no idea what is going on.
Worse yet, you live with a handful of girls and never think
twice about your bathroom trashcan being littered with applicators and pads.
Then a male friend is over and asks to use your bathroom. You point him down
the hall. As soon as the door shuts, you realize with horror the messy evidence
of “that time of the month.” But it’s too late; he’s in there with all of it.
But why worry? I mean, he comes out and while he might look mildly shocked, he
will pretend it was the most normal bathroom experience of his life.
Then there are the cramps. You’re out on a date and
squirming in your seat, trying in vain to find a position that will alleviate
the pain. He asks if everything is okay. Seriously? Okay? Your uterus is
gallivanting through a minefield, ten dozen knives are ripping apart your
abdomen, but how do you tell him that? “I’m fine, it’s just a headache” you
reply. Men, let me spill a little secret to you. If a girl tells you she has a
migraine or any form of a headache, there is a 90% chance she is actually on
the verge of literally being split in two by cramps. And never underestimate
the evil nature of the nasty beasts. For every woman, it’s different. But most
girls I know experience debilitating pain in their legs, “stomachs”, and backs,
with tenderness also in their arms and chests. And that’s just the cramps
themselves. Then there is the bloating, the acne, the mood swings, the
cravings, the list goes on and on and on.
Menstruation. Period. That time of the month. Whatever you
call it, there it is, once a month (hopefully not more!), and it’s the worst.
If you happen to be one of the few and far between who has relatively painless
cramps and gets her period closer to every 1.5 months, you know by now to keep
this to yourself while the rest of us skip school and work because we can’t get
out of bed.
If half of the world’s population suffers from this
phenomenon, why the hush hush nature of the subject? Why do we whisper to find
tampons, make up fake ailments when asking for painkillers, or feign a migraine
when unable to go out? Why is the topic of periods one of the few that is taboo
in mixed company?
While a lot of our posts on this blog are written with the
goal of carrying a more scholarly note, I’ve intentionally chosen to deviate
from that path on this particular topic. Yes, I have dozens of articles that
reference the history of menstruation in societies over time and it is
fascinating to study different factors that affect societal views of
menstruation: marriage practices, patrilocal v. matrilocal groups, patrilineal
v. matrilineal traditions, etc. But I want to save all of that information for
a later post. Right now I want to know about our society today.
Periods are not “dirty” or “disgusting”. They’re a natural
part of life, and without them life wouldn’t exist. There’s no shame in being
on your period, it just happens and it happens to almost 50% of humans. So why
are we raised to keep our periods only between females? I tell my Dad whenever
I have a sore throat. My brother asks if I’m feeling better after recovering
from the flu. My professor lets me leave class to get a drink of water when I’m
caught in a fit of coughing. Periods are the most regular function of our
bodies and yet the least talked about.
The argument has been made that patriarchy is to blame for
the taboo of periods. While I agree that this is partially true, I would argue
that there are many additional factors, patriarchy is not solely to blame. With
that said, I still invite you to imagine a world where the roles were reversed.
Gloria Steinem’s incredible article, If
Men Could Menstruate (http://www.haverford.edu/psych/ddavis/p109g/steinem.menstruate.html)
sums it up perfectly. I am begging you to read it. If men could menstruate, the
entire notion and culture of periods would change. As Steinem points out, “men
would brag about how much and how long.” Tampons and pads would be federally
funded, men would be excused from work every month, and it would be cool to be
“on the rag” or a “three-pad man.” I’m not suggesting a cultural revolution in
which women turn the tables and become the superior sex because we have what
men never will. But I am encouraging a societal shift in the way we view
periods.
Why do we refuse to talk about our periods with men? What’s
wrong with telling your boyfriend that you don’t want to go out to dinner
because your uterus is going to explode? Why not warn your male colleagues that
you might be a little snippy over the next couple of days?
And men, we’ve heard all the jokes. “What a B! Must be her
time of the month if you know what I mean….” or “Are you serious? This is not a
big deal. Why are you being so dramatic? Stop PMSing already.” Just because a
woman is a “B” does not mean she’s on her period. And just because a woman is
on her period, does not mean she’s a “B”.
When our daughters get their periods for the first time,
celebrate it! They’re entering womanhood and that should be a joyous occasion,
not shameful. We brag about our boys when they finally get hair under their
arms or shave their faces for the first time. But at the slightest sign of
breast formation, we quietly take our girls to get training bras. When we buy
the first box of tampons or pads for our daughters, we leave the boys at home
for that shopping trip and buy enough groceries to make sure the feminine
hygiene items go unnoticed. Enough is enough; let’s reverse the negativity of
periods and start by at least talking about them.
What are your thoughts on menstruation? Do you talk about
your period in male company? What was it like when you got your period for the
first time? What are you going to do to change the taboo of periods?
I love this post so much. Catie, so so so glad you wrote this!
ReplyDeleteHere are my thoughts:
Most men reading this post is going to understand your reference to "on the rag." ;)
Also, I don't really agree with the part about warning your male colleagues that you might be snippy on your period. Yeah, my hormones may be raging and I might be really grouchy on my period, but I can control what comes out of my mouth just as much as a man can control his eyes while looking at a girl. Just because I am on my period doesn't mean I don't have my agency!
Completely agree, Lydia. That comment about "warning your male colleagues you may be a little snippy the next couple of days," was simply a humorous example of ways to open the conversation on menstruation.
DeleteMy point that "Just because a woman is a 'B' does not mean she is on her period. And just because a woman is on her period does not mean she is a 'B'" was my way of stating exactly what you said in regards to agency. It is important to keep in mind though that side-effects of periods differ depending on the individual. I definitely agree that your period is not an excuse for lashing out or 'biting peoples' heads off.' But I will say that there are times when I have been known to burst into uncontrollable tears. I won't even know why I'm crying and yet seem unable to stop. Sure enough, the next day I get my period. That doesn't mean that every time I cry I must be on my period. And that doesn't mean that when I cry it must not be important and I must just be on my period. It just shows that sometimes periods do crazy things to your emotions!
I loved your honesty and humor in this post.
ReplyDeleteIt so reminded me of rolling mini pads in toilet paper so they would not be "seen" in the trash.
And of not being able to swim on certain days until I realized (my mom did not tell me) something called a tampon existed.
I have GOT to share this excerpt from a book with you:
“It was 1976.
It was one of the darkest days of my life when that nurse, Mrs. Shimmer, pulled out a maxi pad that measured the width and depth of a mattress and showed us how to use it. It had a belt with it that looked like a slingshot that possessed the jaw-dropping potential to pop a man's head like a gourd. As she stretched the belt between the fingers of her two hands, Mrs. Shimmer told us becoming a woman was a magical and beautiful experience.
I remember thinking to myself, You're damn right it had better be magic, because that's what it's going to take to get me to wear something like that, Tinkerbell! It looked like a saddle. Weighed as much as one, too. Some girls even cried.
I didn't.
I raised my hand.
"Mrs. Shimmer," I asked the cautiously, "so what kind of security napkins do boys wear when their flower pollinates? Does it have a belt, too?"
The room got quiet except for a bubbling round of giggles.
"You haven't been paying attention, have you?" Mrs. Shimmer accused sharply. "Boys have stamens, and stamens do not require sanitary napkins. They require self control, but you'll learn that soon enough."
I was certainly hoping my naughty bits (what Mrs. Shimmer explained to us was like the pistil of a flower) didn't get out of control, because I had no idea what to do if they did.”
― Laurie Notaro,
The Idiot Girls' Action-Adventure Club: True Tales from a Magnificent and Clumsy Life
Gisela, I love it! Especially the part about it being a "magical and beautiful experience." The imagery here is perfect :)
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