Yesterday I went to the EMU convenience-store "market" to buy pads. I'd prefer to get a bigger package than they have, and I'd also like the option of rejecting the "light, clean scent" that "discreetly tells [me]" their "odor neutralizers" are working. Really, I'd like to make my own (or buy one of those moon-cup things), but I haven't gotten around to that yet and it's the sort of thing where when the need arises, I don't necessarily have the time to take a bus out to West Eugene and shop at Fred Meyer.
So I go to the market and buy pads. They ask me if I want a bag. This would be a completely normal question, except for the fact that it happens every time I buy pads and almost never otherwise. The implication being that I would want to hide my purchase. Why? I mean, apart from their "light, clean scent," but I don't exactly expect passerby to read the 8 point font from a distance. I can only conclude they expect me to be ashamed on some level of my menstruation. Well fuck that. I'm a woman, sometimes I drip blood from my vagina. Deal with it.
In other "radical" news, I made this flyer last night and seeded some around the food areas on campus this morning.
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