When Fanny told her friends she was starting a blog about reusable sanitary wear, their reactions ranged from mildly bemused to light vomiting. This was to be expected - not everyone has such an enlightened and pleasingly-clothed vagina as Fanny. Not being one to be deterred by a little mockery in the face of seemingly left-field apparel choices for the nether regions, Fanny will now attempt to address some of the objections raised mid vom....
Cloth pads are for uber hippies*
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Not just for earth mothers |
Meh - sounds like hassle
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No Victorian suffering required |
Here's how it works. You wear a nicely patterned pad of your choosing and at the point at which you'd ordinarily change your 'sposable, you take it off, fold it, and stick it in a little waterproof wet bag which goes in your handbag/rucksack/briefcase/carrying receptacle of your choice. When you get home you toss the unzipped wet bag in the washing machine with your other laundry. Eat, sleep, rave, (bleed), repeat. It's a very little adjustment, but essentially pretty low key as new hobbies go. And if you forget a mini waterproof bag, a plastic bag will also do the storage job valiantly while you're out and about, before tipping the pads into the washing machine when you get in. If you don't have any laundry to do, you can save em up for a wash, no big deal.
Of course there are cleaning ritual embellishments for those more 'at one' with their menstrual deposits. Perhaps a smattering of stain remover for oomph, for example. And cloth pad aficionados sometimes rinse or soak their pads in cold water first for good measure. But these are skippable steps if you're busy/minged out - or just cannae be arsed.
So to summarise - easy peasy and leaves you with plenty of time to get stuck into the mother's ruin.
Ewwww gross!
"If you think you are emancipated, you might consider the idea of tasting your own menstrual blood".Fanny considers herself pretty emancipated, but still doesn't fancy this very much, tbh. Not really Fanny's thing. No sirree. Fanny would just much rather stick to a nice Sancerre if it's all the same to you. But it does, helpfully, put cloth pads in context in the whole 'I'm not so keen on handling my blood' stakes.
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Just a sip? |
Yeah, well cloth pads sort all of that shit right out. No rummaging with sticky bins, no wriggle dances on the loo. Only as much contact with the pad itself as with a 'sposable. And with the invention of the washing machine - no scrubbing. No gross. Nice and clean. No rustly. No smelly. No blood tasting. Lovely.
Any more myths you need busting? Comment below and let Fanny at 'em!
*apologies to friends who identify as 'uber hippy'. You guys are the trailblazers!
Fanny, over and out.
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