Ah, the old menses belt. My mom used to buy those and would never tell me what they were for. I thought they were to hold up her underwear.
collin is the curator.
Asbestos and menstrual products over on the left side is of particular interest to me.....Wow. I'd forgotten all about these belts. What a far cry from the sticky pads.... with wings!Fly me far from this period, oh, Lord. Take me under thy wings and staunch my flow, amen.
Poor Collin. My own kids have never asked a fem hygiene question that I wasn't happy to answer.
Yeah, but she was wearing that when I was a little kid...before she switched over to tampons. I doubt she would have told me at six or seven that it was to catch her chocha drippings.
Well, when my kids were babies, they followed me everywhere, including the bathroom, so I was never alone (unless I was running). So the girls knew about everything, before they were old enough to ask "What's that?" When Jack was about two, whenever that week arrived, I'd always tell him I needed some privacy. Sometimes he'd leave; sometimes he'd pitch a fit and stay. Finally, when he was about three, I told him I needed privacy, and he went to the cabinet, opened it, and handed me a tampon. He thought that was a privacy.
I was never a follower. You would have had plenty of privacy if I had been your kid. :)
little Alan Ginsberg used to come home from grade school in Patterson NJ (30's)to find his mother, Naomi, cleaning house in the nude except for her kotex belt
MR: Did she have a Kotex on with the belt, or were the ends just dangling in front and back? That alone seems enough to make little Allen Howl.TR: Really cute story about privacy!
I'm sure Jack loves that you shared that with everyone....poor Jack.
He doesn't care.He wouldn't let me post the picture of his swollen tonsils, though.
that modess "sanitary" belt was the Cadillac of all sanitary belts.a girlhood friend, Debra Johnson, tells the story of her senior prom. her "sanitary" belt broke so she had to use safety pins to hold her "sanitary" napkin in place.(i'm sorry, but there is NOTHING SANITARY about these products)anyway, while she was dancing with her guy, the pin came unfastened and stuck im in the privates. she played dumb as to what had caused him the pain. actually, that tells me they were dancing way too close.
OWWWWWWWWW. OwowowowowThat didn't prohibit her from having children later on did it???
By the way, M.Ru, Ginsberg visited my creative writing class when I was a kid at UGA. After, he hung out with us all evening.After your Naomi story, suddenly a lot of things make sense.
Just one more reason I'm glad I have a penis.
I'm glad, too, Honey.
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