6 grams? 8 grams? 124 grams? Who knows? How do you find out? Would you WANT to find out? Who invented this chart? Was it a man?
(I am not what they call a 'feminist' and all of that and do not get on soapboxes or wear dungarees. One of the worst fights I ever got into was with a feminist man who was supporting Andrea Dworkin's blah about all men being potential rapists, etc. Utterly tedious. Fairness for all, no whingeing on either side and just getting on with it, that's my tip.
I am firmly of the opinion, however, that if men had periods having a week off work every month would be standard, a great many pharma products would exist to deal with PMT and the like and, of course, all tampons, pads etc would be made of spaceage materials, delivered to your door free every month by government officials, and/or available at pleasant "Period Centres", where said men would be able to loll about all day moaning and being looked after, probably by women.)
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But of COURSE we'd be looked after by women, that's why you are there, innnit?
*ducks*
And anyway, if men had peroids then we'd probably die, right?
Does it not in fact really refer to the number of grams of interestingly illegal power required to ameliorate symptoms? I like to think of it as such a guide myself.
That is so unfair!
*bursts into tears, then scoffs some chocolate and complains that his bum looks too big*
Pah, pah and thrice pah, NWM. Were men to have periods, we would simply get on with it in a stoic and doughty way. We don't say 'manly' for nothing, you know.
That's doughty and not doughy by the way.
Excellent and original contribution from all the gentlemen - very well done, chaps!
Jack - no no, that's measured in bushels.
Mr. Farty might experience a reduction in the size of his bum if he put down the chocolate. I'm just sayin'. Hasn't worked for me yet, but it could.
And I have said what NWM said for years. They would also have a special hat to wear so that all would know and treat them with kid gloves and have tissues at the ready for any hormone-induced tears and they would get discounts at all stores.
Sincere or sarcastic, NWM? You've long since crossed the line where I can tell with any certainty.
I think I'll err on the side of sarcasm, especially on such a delicate topic. Here, have some chocolate.
Well, I'm currently lolling on a sofa, moaning ow ow ow, and being made cups of tea by a kind gentleman... Earlier, when all I could do was lie in the bed with my chin quivering, he brought me water and Nurofen, and in a bit, when he's finished his Very Important Work Thing, he's going to nip down to the corner shop and come back and make bacon and eggs and toast and sauté potatoes.
So all in all, although I am going ow ow ow, I'm not really complaining.
Horrible, though, isn't it.
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