Carrie Leigh (carrie_leigh) wrote,
Carrie Leigh

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TMI, but funny just the same.

I'm not one of those "forward email" type of girls; in fact, the buck usually stops here and gets deleted.  However, if you are a woman, I dare you not to laugh at this.

 This is (supposedly) an actual letter sent to American com pany Proctor
 and Gamble regarding their feminine products. She really gets rolling
 after the first paragraph...

 Dear Mr. Thatcher,

 I have been a loyal user of your "Always" maxi pads for over 20 years
 and I appreciate many of their features. Why, without the Leak Guard
 Core or Dri-Weave absorbency, I'd probably never go horseback riding or
 salsa dancing, and I'd certainly steer clear of running up and down the
 beach in tight, white shorts.

 But my favorite feature has to be your revolutionary Flexi-Wings. Kudos
 on being the only company smart enough to realize how crucial it is that
 maxi pads be aerodynamic. I can't tell you how safe and secure I feel
 each month knowing there's a little F-16 in my pants.

 Have you ever had a menstrual period, Mr. Thatcher? Ever suffered from
 "the curse"? I'm guessing you haven't. Well, my "time of the month" is
 starting right now. As I type, I can already feel hormonal fo rces
 violently surging through my body. Just a few minutes from now, my body
 will adjust and I'll be transformed into what my husband likes to call
 "an inbred hillbilly with knife skills." Isn't the human body amazing?

 As Brand Manager in the Feminine-Hygiene Division, you've no doubt seen
 quite a bit of research on what exactly happens during your customers'
 monthly visits from "Aunt Flo". Therefore, you must know about the
 bloating, puffiness, and cramping we endure, and about our intense mood
 swings, crying jags, and out-of-control behavior. You surely realize
 it's a tough time for most women. In fact, only last week, my friend
 Jennifer fought the violent urge to shove her boyfriend's testicles into
 a George Foreman Grill just because he told her he thought Grey's
 Anatomy was written by drunken chimps.

 The point is, sir, you of all people must realize that America is just
 crawling with homicidal maniacs i n Capri pants... Which brings me to the
 reason for my letter.

 Last month, while in the throes of cramping so painful I wanted to reach
 inside my body and yank out my uterus, I opened an Always maxi-pad, and
 there, printed on the adhesive backing, were these words: "Have a Happy

 Are you #%*ing kidding me? What I mean is, does any part of your tiny
 middle-manager brain really think happiness - actual smiling, laughing
 happiness is possible during a menstrual period? Did anything mentioned
 above sound the least bit pleasurable? Well, did it, James?

 FYI, unless you're some kind of sick S&M freak girl, there will never be
 anything "happy" about a day in which you have to jack yourself up on
 Motrin and Kahlua and lock yourself in your house just so you don't
 march down to the local Walgreen's armed with a hunting rifle and a
 sketchy plan to end your life in a blaze of glory.

 For the love of God, pull your head out, man! If you just have to slap a
 moronic message on a maxi pad, wouldn't it make more sense to say
 something that's actually pertinent, like "Put down the Hammer" or
 "Vehicular Manslaughter is Wrong", or are you just picking on us?

 Sir, please inform your Accounting Department that, effective
 immediately, there will be an $8 drop in monthly profits, for I have
 chosen to take my maxi-pad business elsewhere. And though I will
 certainly miss your Flex-Wings, I will not for one minute miss your
 brand of condescending bull sh*t. And that's a promise I will keep.


 Wendi Aarons
 Austin, TX

Kahlua and Motrin, indeed.  You add a little caffeine to that cocktail and you've got yourself a deadly combination!

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