There have been some changes added to Poly this past month. Three of the girl’s restrooms now have sanitary napkin/tampon dispensaries. Yes, something we’ve actually needed for a long time; no more bringing an entire box from home, which is great for me. Living in a single dad household is great until it’s 10:00 at night and you’ve just realized you are completely out of tampons. I once asked my dad to buy me some pads and he came back with adult diapers. Needless to say, the idea of being able to get them at school when necessary was a blessing for me. That’s not even the best part. They. Are. FREE.
After years of criticizing the third-wave feminists, I was actually appreciative of the first world problem protests, until the time came when I actually needed a pad on campus. It was exactly two days after the dispensaries were up and all of them were completely out. I should have seen it coming, mostly because I actually saw it happening. I saw a girl press the button 8 times and took 8 pads with her, while her friend encouraged her and giggled. Did I also laugh? Yes, because I was under the impression that girl was robbing the school, not me. It’s you greedy females, and you know who you are, that are the reason we can’t have nice things like tampons and real toilet paper.
I don’t know why I thought the school would refill the dispensaries once they ran out, why on earth would they do that? Some things are just too good to be true. I am thankful for the girl code, section 8, paragraph 3 that states that, if another woman asks you for a pad and you have one and don’t need it, by law you have to give it to her. The consequences for breaking such law is being labeled as a fake for life.
Ladies, I understand, I do. We need these items in order to survive, and there just isn’t enough for all of us, but don’t be a pad-hog! We are not to be fighting over things like animals, that’s the men’s job. We need to continue looking out for each other during those trifling 4-8 days. I guess what I’m trying to say is, whoever took all the tampons and didn’t need them can square up because I ain’t putting up with this BS. I’m crampin’, I’m hangry, and I’m breaking out, and the one time something good happens to me, you just had to take it away, I cannot even with y’all messy, greedy, inconsiderate little girls. I’m tired of asking randoms for pads and getting those XXL triple flow, heavy duty, see-it-thru-my-leggings, pads. If they were 25 cents, none of y’all broke peeps would’ve been stacking up, blessings become curses, it be ya own gender!
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