Comments on: Becoming a woman

By: kittenpie

kittenpie — Sat, 19 Dec 2009 00:02:33 +0000

My mom felt so let down when I got mine, like she had been cheated out of her mother-daughter bonding moment because I knew about what it was, why it was, and what to do, so I just took care of business, and told her about it in an oh-by-the-way manner. I was, like you, glad to avoid that embarrassing sharing moment, myself. The joys of decent sex ed in schools!

By: Kisha Floren

Kisha Floren — Fri, 11 Dec 2009 21:10:28 +0000

Seriously awesome post! I think it’s the favorite Write of Passage post I’ve read yet!

By: moosh in indy.

moosh in indy. — Tue, 08 Dec 2009 03:23:05 +0000

me. history. tenth grade.
thankfully i was wearing black pants and a huge sweater.

i didn’t want to remember that. eep. thanks a lot.

By: Al_Pal

Al_Pal — Mon, 07 Dec 2009 15:02:43 +0000

Brutal. Great writing.
I was lucky, mine didn’t arrive till I was 14!

By: shawna

shawna — Fri, 04 Dec 2009 15:49:34 +0000

OK… that picture is really nasty LOL Your writing–brilliant!

By: Stacy (Mama-Om)

Stacy (Mama-Om) — Wed, 02 Dec 2009 23:20:17 +0000

Wow. I left you comment over at Ning, but I just wanted to chime in and say you really took me back to that time.

The whole gushing thing… accck!

By: Krystle @snarkykisses

Krystle @snarkykisses — Wed, 02 Dec 2009 03:56:31 +0000

*SNORT*

I think I just wrote that post; word for word.

Pillow for Pillow.

Fear of Stain on Chair for Fear of Stain on Chair.

Gush for Gush.

Sweater Tug for Sweater Tug.

…and I never did talk to my mom when I Aunt Flow arrived…

I avoided that little talk like it was the plague.

Now the fuckin’ thing won’t go away and I’keep a few Super’s in the purse at all time.

The Gush and Khaki Dress Pants at work?

Yeah.

By: Annie Anderson

Annie Anderson — Wed, 02 Dec 2009 00:41:30 +0000

Oh yeah. The word gush makes me cringe.

One of those been there, done that things. And the red stained pants. Thank goodness I usually wore dark blue jeans and it was pretty much unnoticeable.

Well, except the chair . . . that did happen to me once. Just once was all it took and then, like you, I ALWAYS had enough pads to accommodate the entire grade!

By: Mrs. Flinger

Mrs. Flinger — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 18:31:10 +0000

BAHAHA. OMG THE PICTURE!

And I could literally feel my legs dripping reading this. EEGAD. Maybe I better go check.

By: Lindsay

Lindsay — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 18:21:42 +0000

hehehe…I remember. You were like a Goddess to us little girls while we waited desperately to join your club.