I’m not one to stop and marvel over the wonders of biology while menstruating. Some people see it as a spiritual experience or a celebration of their biological femaleness. Some people take the opportunity to create artwork or make political statements by bleeding through their yoga pants. Good for them, I say. Celebrating periods is fine if that’s your thing, but I’m just not that enthused about it. I mean, I can appreciate it in theory but in practice, it doesn’t thrill me. Generally, I have two kinds of periods. Okay periods and not-good ones. Last week, I had a not-good period.
**This is an anonymous guest post. It contains material that some will find distressing.**
If you haven’t yet heard about 13 Reasons Why, it’s a show on Netflix that has the world talking. In 13 episodes, we discover the reasons that led 17-year-old Hannah Baker to commit suicide. It talks about so many important issues that, in my experience, many adults trivialised.
At 31, watching 13 Reasons Why has been too close for comfort. It brought back all those memories and feelings I had as a teenager trying to navigate through life while horrible things kept happening to me.
How many friends do you have that sell something to make a bit of income? Maybe it’s essential oils or spice blends. Perhaps it’s cosmetics or plastic containers. Nail wraps, dubious weight loss products, scrap booking kits, clothing or even linen? Maybe you sell something like this yourself or, like me, you’ve tried it.
No matter what the product, there’s a few common denominators. I bet you know what your friends sell because they use their social media feeds to market it. There’s a good chance you’ve been involved in multi-level marketing (MLM) yourself in some way- buying or selling. And I would lay money on the fact that the vast majority of people you know of who are trying to make a go of a multi-level marketing business are women.
Mother’s Day is that one day of the year where mothers endure a range of gifts chosen or made by over-enthusiastic kids or sheepish partners who left it til the last minute to hit the shops and grabbed something wildly inappropriate in their panic. Sometimes, the gifts have thought behind them but don’t exactly hit the present thrill-o-meter. Like the time my Mum complained about the iron, so Dad considerately gifted her a new one. He almost wore it in a very uncomfortable place.
It seems like a gift guide of what NOT to give might be helpful to the gift-giving-challenged among us.