I’m starting a new category of posts: things that sound like menstrual euphemisms, could be menstrual euphemisms, but aren’t menstrual euphemisms…yet.
Yep – things that are not menstrual but could be – nay should be.
First up: Flora The Red Menace.
This was a 60s musical starring Liza Minelli. It’s about communism, predictably, and, more surprisingly, fashion design.
But to misquote HBO’s favorite 80s rerun, Clue, communism’s just a red herring these days. I doubt this play will have revivals as successful as its sibling creations, Cabaret and Chicago. That’s why I suggest that we give it its own special revival.
Now, I’m obviously not condoning euphemism for period-shame-related cover ups, but I have no problem with nicknaming my period. (Party Weirdo’s Cara gave her period a stage name, after all.)
I nickname all my friends. Most of them don’t mind. Imagine this exchange:
Nicknamed Friend of Chella (who doesn’t mind): Hey Chella, what’s up?
Chella: I’m totally chilling with Flora the Red Menace today, man!
Yeah…that works for me.
Send in your not-menstrual-but-should-be suggestions.