Talking About Periods

Recently I have read a number of articles that were shared by my friends on facebook regarding menstruation. Surprisingly, they were all shared by male friends and were all related to women being open to talking about menstruation and their periods. I really can’t understand what the big deal is.

What is it we should be talking about? What is menstruation? You can read that up in any biology text book or sex education books which are now freely available in the market.  Or do you want to know what we feel during this period? How we deal with cramps and backaches and mood swings and manage to get all our household chores done and go to work and put in a full eight hours of work without anyone even knowing that we have our periods?

Or should I just tell you, “I’ve got my periods and the pad is itchy and stinky and I have cuts on my thighs and I am so irritable I will bite off the head of anyone who gets in my way?” If I say, “All that I want to do is curl around a hot water bottle and drink cups of hot tea.”, can I take the day off from work, every month?

It is not as if we do not talk about our periods. We do. To the people who matter. We tell our mothers and can be assured of a hot cup of tea placed in our hands. We tell our girl friends who can empathise with what we are going through. Yes we even tell our dads when it is an emergency and he needs to go and buy us sanitary pads. Our boyfriends know and so do our husbands, in fact they are more aware of the dates than we are and know if we are even a day late.

Pregnancies are not announced by eating imli and looking coyly at your husband. It goes more like this. “Did you get your periods yet?” “No” “Okay”. “So till when do we have to wait before going to the doctor?” or “You vomiting every morning and you are already ten days late. Doctor ke paas jana hai kya?”

So since all the concerned people already know the why, the when and the how, what more do we need to talk about? Do you tell the world when you have had a wet dream? Or how often you have shagged? If you can take that as part of you being a man and not really worth mentioning to all and sundry, then having our periods too is just part and parcel of being a woman. It is something we accept, something we go through and get on with our lives. Till we start menopause and well, that is a topic that will keep for another time.

 

 

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Being A Woman

Women’s Day! And as I listen to so many of my friends grumbling about being a woman, I realise that I love being a woman. I really, really love being a woman. And I love a man who is a man. Maybe I sound a bit old-fashioned and out of sync with today’s world, but I am old enough to stop being a hypocrite and get away with the truth.

I love having a myriad of moods that define me. I love being happy and giggly and sentimental and crazy. I love being sad and cranky and melancholy. I love being dark and mysterious and sensuous and seductive. I love being warm and loving and caring. I love all of it.

I love the fact that I can love with my whole heart and soul and no one can ever guess it. I love being absolute sugar sweet to people I hate and watch them squirm to give me a fitting reply. I love the fact that I can cry through a whole box of tissues while watching a movie or reading a book.

I love having girlfriends with whom I can share so much. To them I can cry about my crush who doesn’t even notice me. With them I can celebrate all the small things that make life so beautiful. I love letting my hair down and being just me.

I love dressing up and going to the parlour. I love being beautiful and being told that I am. I love the fact that I am a drama queen and can turn from angelic innocence to a wailing banshee in a matter of seconds.

I love the fact that I am so passionate about things and people. I could kill for my kids and those I hold dear. It feels good to rip into people sometimes when jealously strikes. Bitching session are another favourite.

I love fact that I am a mother. I thrill to the memory of holding my daughters in my womb, feeling the movement of their limbs within me. There is nothing so awesome as a baby nursing at your breast, looking up to you with absolute adoration as you talk to her softly. I loved hugging and holding my kids through nightmares and heartaches, coz of course mummy knows best.

I love the fact that I am strong enough to walk alone, to do everything I need to do, to take responsibility for my own life and feelings.  But I also love the fact that I have people who would jump in to help at a moment’s notice.

I love the fact that I can get most males to do things for me by just dazzling them with my smile or fluttering my eyelashes at them. I love the way they preen when I give them my “You’re my hero smile”.  I love the fact that I could get my husband to want to leave the party early and rush home with just a glance across the room.

I love it when my man protects and defends me. I love it when he cares for and pampers me. I love the fact that I can bring playfulness into our relationship. I love the fact that he never knows what I am going to be up to next. I love being unpredictable.

I love being woman!