So, in our quest for ever stupider content, Sarah and I have been doing some fart-joke style menstrual riffing. Proper lowest common denominator stuff. That’s your disclaimer.
I mentioned to Sarah that I wanted to come up with some new menstrual euphemisms – just for fun – no stigma attatched but more for vocabularic variety. There are fabulous metaphors for masturbation, defecation and all the other -ations that come out of your body, but menstrual metaphors all seem very negative and 1950s to us.
Her suggestion: When the Red, Red Robin Comes Bob, Bob, Bobbin’ Along – I laughed and laughed. Then we looked up the song and realised it was sung by Doris Day (we love Doris Day), mentioned throbbing, and was about feeling positive. Why not specifically period positive, we say.
Sarah: Hey, Chella, my Red Red Robin just came Bob Bob Bobbin’ along. Have you got a tampon?
Chella: What a coincidence. My 99 Red Balloons have just gone by and and I’ve still got a pad in my bag.
(Only the English version of that song works, by the way, and could have some straw-grasping interpretations about male panic about menstruation rather than an impending invasion.)
In more sensible news, Sarah’s poem was posted on Feminist Review today. For her efforts, she’s won a quite cool looking book. Another winner, Erika Mikkalo, wrote a poem that reminded me of the Radio 4 programme I mentioned the other week about feminists being funny: Call Yourself A Feminist.
Do send us newphemisms.