Having read Rebecca Davis' column in the Sunday Times this past weekend I began to wonder to myself. Why are we as males so averse to menstruation? What is it about this period in time that disgusts us so much?
Those of us who are rugger buggers or sports players of any kind come across blood from time to time on the sports field and we deal with it and move on. But God forbid we should come across even an unused tampon...
I get that it's a taboo, and indeed it should be a privacy thing for the female of the species. But why does it offend us so?
I wrote about it once in a blog about how social media has made personal things shareable. I said something about never having been confronted by women being so comfortable sharing their period experiences. At the time I thought that strange but now I realise the strange one was me.
Power to the sisters. Be aware that we love ya'll all the time, regardless of the time of month, day or year!
