Corrigan’s column appears to have been an attempt at satire, but the fact that he’s an incredibly shitty writer means it fell far short of the intended goal. Instead it just reads like a string of misogynist jokes glued together with flapping noises from his butt cheeks.
In celebration of my seven-year period anniversary, my dad’s birthday (hi, dad!) and all things strange and Halloween-y, I’ve prepared the perfect creepy, crawly playlist. Join me as I recount MY LAST MENSES STORY, I PROMISE.