Happy International Women’s Day! Psst, Do You Have a Tampon?
It’s International Women’s Day! And rather than burning our bras (Victoria’s Secret is not cheap), I thought Buntology could open up the forum to all our wonderful female readers and encourage them to share what they love about our gender.
For me, it’s the fact that women are able to be so personal with one another even if they are complete strangers. I think this idea is best exemplified by the “Drunk girls in public bathrooms” encounter. I can’t count the number of times I have bonded with women I had just met over boyfriends, ex-boyfriends, boobs, tampons, skin color (that was a funny one), all in the comfort of a graffiti-ridden bathroom.
This unique type of bonding is what makes our sex so awesome.
Sure, in an instant the same girl you were sharing TP with and embracing could turn around and fuck your boyfriend, but that is the beauty of our gender. Despite social pressures and gender stereotypes, in the end we are pretty open and ballsy (or should I say “lippy”) with our words and our actions.
I’ve had many experiences with this– some good, some bad, but always insanely personal (like, one time while I was checking myself out in a mirror this girl grabbed my bare breast and adjusted it in my bra). My most recent chick bathroom bonding experience happened last weekend at the Shalimar Hotel bar in New Hampshire.
I had already reached under the stall and spared a square for a woman in need, when I heard her friend crying…
Woman 1: I’m ugly, I look just like a boy!
Woman 2: Who told you that enough times to make you believe it? You’re beautiful!
*Cue me stepping out of the bathroom*
Me: Yeah! Whoever said that to you obviously has their own insecurities you know?
Woman 2: And look at those things *pokes woman 1’s boobs*. You’re older than me with two kids and you’ve got better boobs than me! Shit, I’m 25 and mine are sagging! *Pushes boobs up and together*
Woman 1: It’s called a push up bra!
[Then woman 2 asked me what my drink was and took a sip out of my straw, and then looked at me and laughed and said “I ain’t got nothin’, don’t worry! Hahaha!” And then I laughed, left the bathroom and discreetly threw my straw onto the dance floor.]
So, let’s hear it ladies– what’s your favorite part about being a woman?