Cage free.
Yesterday, not only did my three sweet coworkers drive me to the grocery store at lunch and assure me that if men had such a monthly event as menstruation, they'd be sure to share their woes with me too, but also expressed interest in the concept of organic, unbleached tampons, the same box of organic unbleached tampons in our basket, touching their groceries.
However, I may have inadvertently used the word "cooter" to describe the girlie bits I'd like to keep as conflict-free as possible. I just couldn't bring myself to say the V word to my coworkers in the middle of the produce section. They may be very blurry, but I do have some boundaries.
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