So, one of the first things I heard when I got to Japan, in a conversation about what things you probably should get your family to send you, was about how horrible Japanese maxi-pads are. (Yes, this is what I'll be talking about until the cut, you know how to scroll if you're that much of a wuss.) I had never had to use them before (I brought my own in '04), so I believed her as she went one about how many centimeters they were and how that was unbelievable (My thoughts at the time: 23 centimeters? That's as long as.... a ruler? ???), because they came up to, like, your belly button. Or perhaps she said "navel." The point is, I had enough to last for a while, so I filed away the information and figured I'd ask my parents to mail me more (they're light enough).
And then... Okay, I know I should be ashamed that I'm 22 and yet after 10 years I still don't know my own cycle... but I don't. So I had an unfortunate incident in Aomori this summer where I found myself completely unprepared and was forced to brave the convenience store. (Aside: The convenience store always puts it in a brown paper bag for you, but just that, so EVERYONE KNOWS WHAT IT IS ANYWAY. Geez, Japan.) Now, I'm not going to lie that Japanese pads don't seem... modern, to me. American pads are like, idek, plastic? Or something? While these things are cotton(-y). But they worked okay, and so I wondered just what, exactly, they had done to make my co-worker hate then so.
BUT THEN. MY FRIENDS. I have a very bad problem with leaks (I apparently do not move in ways a human being should). And aside from learning new and interesting ways to get blood out of fabric, it makes me hate my uterus even more than just plain why-are-you bleeding hate, or my normal low-levels of hate. It did not help why my parents perplexingly sent me only regular length pads but long panty liners (what? Why do they even make long panty liners?). So I was forced to the convenience store again, and that's when I found them. An inch thick out of the package, 36 centimeters (that's 14 inches) long with airbags and two sets of wings. Last night, for the first night in ten years, I was able go to sleep the day I got my period and not have to scrub my sheets the next day.
VICTORY IS MINE AT LAST.
Thank you, Japan. I shall be stuffing a suitcase full of your maxi-pads when I go home.
And now, for people who don't care about my moral victories, ( thoughts on W and its Japanese fandom (and also Shinken and maybe some other riders too) )
And now to figure out if I actually can watch W and still make it on time tomorrow morning (I'm pretty sure I can, as long as stupid Ohayou Tochigi isn't coming through right then.)