My little brother got into outer space and stuff so my step-mom bought him a place mat with all the planets on it. When I first saw it, I was upset, because it was newer and so Pluto wasn’t labeled. I was about to say something when I noticed something…
Pluto is there.
The artist remembered Pluto.
The artist drew Pluto crying.
Best period-related ad ever? Best period-related ad ever.
It’s actually the worst period-related ad ever.
Not sure which rock these people grew up under, but it’s a known fact that women, or rather girls in this case, shouldn’t even be using tampons. It won’t hurt them, of course not, but OB-GYNS say you shouldn’t use them until you’ve had your first sexual experience. To be more specific: If you want your hymen to stay intact, don’t use a freaking tampon.
And how old is that girl again?! 11… 12, maybe?!… Yeah she’s not supposed to stick anything up her vagina at that age.
This ad is just too wrong on too many levels for my liking.
Hold the phone. Listen here, fuckwit, how about you shut up and learn something about female anatomy before you go spouting off and making a fool of your damn self. The only reason doctors sometimes tell younger girls to wait to use tampons is that middle-school aged girls often aren’t responsible enough to remember to take out their tampons on time and not give themselves TSS.
And this irresponsible ass-hattery you’re pulling about the hymen? It’s a thin, elastic ring of tissue just inside the vagina. I repeat: A RING. You know what fucking rings have? Holes in the middle, shit-for-brains. If it wasn’t a ring, didn’t have a hole, how the fucking fuck did you think females had periods in the first place?! For almost all females, you can go right ahead and stick whatever the fuck you want up there—tampons, fingers, penises, cucumbers, glittery purple dildos, popsicles, what the christing fuck ever—and as long as you’re gentle and stretch it out slowly, your hymen will never tear. Or “pop”, if we’re using the fucked up misogynistic term for a god-awfully mistunderstood part of the female body.
Pull your head lout of your goddamn colon and learn a thing or two before you go fucking up a perfectly good post with you patriarchal-brainwashed bullshit. Please and thank you.
OH YES IT GOT BETTER
GONNA REBLOG AGIN BECAUSE AMEN
- The Beatles (Dear Prudence)
We both decided that neither of us would touch a drop throughout the shooting, simple as that. Except for Friday nights, after the week’s work. Richard’s then wife Sybil and my then wife Sian, both Welsh, called it “Collier’s night out”, “Coal Miner’s night out”. And we would be absolutely virtuous, Donald [Wolfit] looking at me and John [Gielgud] looking at Richard and all the other first class people in it. And then on Friday night we’d just go “hoo hoo”. It was a marvelous moment when we’d done the last shot in that big cathedral and we went on the town, the pair of us, and it was suddenly realized that they needed a shot of the two of us, no dialogue or anything… Well, Richard was found in a place called The-Pair-of-Shoes [Casino]. I was under a piano in the Garrison Club. We were both hauled onto the set, dressed as kings and archbishops, not quite knowing what on earth was going on!
Peter O’Toole on Richard Burton during the filming of Becket (1964)