Sisterhood of Big-Footed Women & others forgotten by fashion

Ok- heres a rant

anyone else heard of these so called plus size maxi pads?

those are a joke right?
they think the vagina grows with weight????

Well, I can understand the length idea for pads, e. g. there's a difference among people. But width is a different story -- I mean, too much width for such things and they end up being just, eh, it's hard to explain to someone who's never worn such things.

PS Steve, the spray-on stuff will have to be anti-chafe. If it is, you might have quite a market on your, er, hands.

Landing lights. <tries to get image out of head>

lord E that was too funny. i might try it. don't know how that will go over at work though.

the train set analogy also gave me a good chuckle.

shewolf, i have no idea how on earth you wear pads. why anyone came up with pads, i have no idea. they are almost as bad as panty hose with the whole load in my pants look. i am a die hard tampax girl. then again, i was a swimmer so i really didn't have a choice. soggy pads aren't all that fun in the pool plus pads don't go so well with my g-strings. i think i just have issue in general with anything covering up down there. maybe i am a true amazon au natural!!!!

oh, i do agree with the length issue as well for pads because remember too at night the flow goes somewhere other than where it does during the day. but ugh, thickness. egads!

.......and there was me, halfway through eating a jam sandwich when I came back to this thread.

gross! shame on you, lordE! i won't touch jam anytime soon!

Some people leave their hearts in San Francisco.

Dragon is different.

I have to wear pads.
When i was 18 I had a bad case of TSS
Scared the hell outta me. Basically.. the end result was, I passed out on a sidewalk.
Now, that may not apply today.. But I am not taking the chance.
I have used tampons.. usually in a pinch but I cant handle the " dangly" feeling.. up where it doesnt belong.
I know... I know.. if I do it right I wont feel it..
Maybe it is psychological.. but .. that thing leaves me " full feeling" and.. errr.. ill save the details..

OK, I'll fess up. I once had a bleeding fibroid, but didn't know it. I wore both tamps and pads to catch it all. That little beauty was snipped sometime later, but I was beyond anemic when that finally happened. Some people need the thickness/width. Quit yer beefin', don't buy them.

Once upon a time PMS and the results of the inconvenient hormones of menopause were ignored. Hormonal mood swings were attributed to a Good Woman Mourning for an Empty Womb.

Of course, this diagnosis was male-created and male quoted.

Was fainting a part of that?

Fainting came earlier with tight corsets and Female Troubles.

Some women actually managed to squeeze their livers into two pieces with enthusiastic lacing.

Was farting part of that?

The things jespah says.



I NEED to wear my glasses.

Tight lacing played hell on feminine digestion. The Belles didn't need surgery to shrink their tummies--they were laced into ladylike appetites.

I had a cousin who wore a merry widow (this was the '50's) to a dinner party when she was three months pregnant. She literally fainted into her soup. Splash.

Petticoats did a great deal to absorb sound and odor.

I actually did near faint on the freeway in 100 degree heat on the way to a business meeting when very anemic... had to exit and rest.

<see the doctor in such circumstances...>

I've fainted three times in my life.

Twice when pregnant, once from heat, high humidity and an insensitive escort who felt I'd make him look bad by getting my head down.

I'll never be pregnant again and I'll never put up with an SOB like that again.

Ah, memories, I had to sit down when in line at some admissions routine at UCLA a long time ago. I was third in line after a few hours...
luckily they let me back in to waver in front of the person at the window..

Osso--

When we were girls...long, long ago...the Trappings of Romance were beginning to be exceeding impractical.

That wasn't romance, that was plain old fainting. Something about postural fainting..

<I knew romance, I saw it often then, as I walked across campus.. but not in that particular line that day?

Osso--

These days the pundits speculate about butterflies flapping their wings, but you and I were raised in the days when Eros/Amor just might hover and provoke a hurricane of passion.