I’m one of those odd people who despised her period until she became sexually active. I’m not sure just how exactly my body chemistry changed back then, but periods went *poof* and became more bearable. Something I don’t even think about unless it’s my second day, which is the worst. Considering the amount of work I do at home, I am definitely thinking of buying a DivaCup now. Re-using things is always good.
I personally find it interesting when men in particular freak out over menstrual blood and ask you to “please don’t talk about it, PLEASE!” I think it goes back to those days when we were all living in caves and looking for lice in each other’s back hair, and men had to observe how a woman could just bleed for days and not die, whereas if they bled like that, they’d surely not survive, and it must have caused a great deal of confusion and weirdness and accusations of showing off.