Have you seen this commercial yet? A woman skipping through her day, and then the tag line is, "Have a Happy Period. Always." Who is the dumbass that thought this up? Must have been a man. There is nothing happy about having your monthly friend. (Well, except back in the day when you did the happy dance when you FINALLY got your period, if you know what I mean.) But c'mon! Telling a woman to have a happy period is like telling a man to have a happy proctology exam! Let's see, between the sore breasts, bloating, cramping, and oh yeah, the actual bleeding, what is so happy about it? Every time I get my period, should I thank the mother earth that I am woman, able to reproduce, bear the fruit of my man and able to carry on mankind? No. Every time I get my period, I can't fit into a pair of shorts. Then I search for the guacamole Doritos (which I can't find because Doritos discontinued them) and when I can't find them, I eat five Hershey bars. Happy? No. Miserable? Yes. And I don't need a stupid commercial to remind me that I should be happy.
OK, off my rant now. Give me another 3 1/2 days and I will post something nice again.