It’s patronizing to assume women don’t know their own bodies and can’t decide what to do with them themselves.
My first encounter with my new grandma-roommate was through the open crack of her apartment door. Inside I only heard yelling… in French! How metropolitan.
This was not some spotty, sort of annoying period. I went through two boxes of tampons in the first week. It was like a faucet all the way up to day 31.