Take me anywhere. My body is a map and my heart the open road.

Menstruation

Menstruation is the ultimate rejection. The little woman inside each woman sets herself up to be shot down every month. Imagine preparing for an exciting date at your place: you spend a whole day cleaning, a whole day cooking, however much time and effort making yourself stunning, and what do you know? You're ready early! So you sit or pace or putz or do whatever you do to occupy the time spent waiting for him to pick you up...waiting...waiting...and he never shows. Now imagine Ms. Ovum preparing a whole month for Mr. Sperm to drop in. She's hired a decorator for her interior in anticipation of his arrival, traveled a long way to meet him, waited and waited and waited, only to discover that he has not come to woo her. She is useless and is about to get kicked out of her house. I think it's understandable why some women turn into an emotional wreck for a few days...