This post is gonna get bloody. You’ve been warned.

Well, it’s that time of the month. It’s time to talk about periods.¬†Or, at least, that’s what the two awesome ads I’ve recently discovered have decided for me.

It’s always baffled me that, when half of the world is made up of women, pad and tampon commercials always have to skirt around the fact that periods exist. Everyone smiles and wears white, and they show the effectiveness of their products with a nondescript blue liquid. None of it is realistic, and we all know that to be the case — women know because they live it, and men know because they have wives, daughters, girlfriends, sisters, female friends, female roommates, they have to leave their homes at some point…the list goes on. Read the rest of this entry »


Grumblings from Earth’s Oven

There’s a lot of romance in New York City: walking down Brooklyn Heights Promenade at sunset; getting lost in the crowd, architecture and history of Grand Central Terminal; listening to street musicians in Central Park…for me, just being near 30 Rock makes me fall in love with New York. But all that romance, all that joie de vivre, shrivels up and dies in the summer. Read the rest of this entry »