Uterus-not-havers, buckle up, cuz we talkin’ ’bout menstruation today. My first period happened when I was 11. Every roughly 20-26 days after that, I got to bleed for another 8. The first two nights I didn’t get to sleep because they did not make feminine hygiene products that could deal with the amount of blood I lost. My cramps were so bad that my choices were “knock self out with Excedrin” or “be screaming in pain” and I’m not actually exaggerating this time. I mention this because if there happened to be a math test on day 1 of “that … Continue reading Parting the Red Sea