My mattress has been ruined by it, I have two sets of sheets destroyed by it and a whole handful of underpants that aren't so cute anymore.
Every month I have to check before I leave anyone's bathroom to make sure I haven't left my own 'paintings' on their toilet seats and since I'm at too much of a risk for toxic shock to use tampons I get to sit right in it for hours when I go to the movies or on a long drive.
I'm not afraid of it, I'm not grossed out by it, I just see it all the time. Yes, women can create babies inside themselves and give them life with this blood and we blossom from girls to women once we start bleeding. Maybe we can even handle the sight of blood better than men sometimes, maybe it is one of those things women have to endure that makes us strong just like men are. Yes, I get all this. I GET IT.
But seriously, do I need to use my free time to go stare at swans and other jaunty designs created by the careful artistic manipulation of another woman's menstrual blood to get it? Fuck no. The wings on my Always overnights are symbolic enough of soaring womanhood for me, thanks.
"Nobody in life gets exactly what they thought they were going to get, but if you work really hard, and you're kind, amazing things will happen. I'm telling you...amazing things will happen" --Conan O'Brien
There was this woman once in the 70s...was it Annie Sprinkle?...one of them, anyway...who basically sat in a box, she had a shirt on, but no pants...and people could come look at her vagina by looking under a curtain that covered the box.
That's what this made me think of. Actually, I think this is worse. Women playing in their menstrual blood...is just...yeah. And I have no issues with vaginas either, but painting with bodily excretions seems a bit off to me, especially when it's something you have to deal with every month for 30 or 40 years anyway.
"Sentiment without action is the ruin of the soul." - Edward Abbey