I've considered and reconsidered whether or not to post anything about this recent discovery, only because, well, others have certainly covered it quite well. But, then I realized that while many of you may be readers of other blogs I read, I can't recall seeing any of y'all commenting at either of the two blogs I visited yesterday that wrote about this, so I will assume you may not have had your imagination get carried away with images of bloody cups...and having to touch them (Oh My God! No!!).
Mommy off the Record pondered over what was a new discovery for her yesterday, the DivaCup. Uh, new to me, too. A cup...to hold the fluid...for 12 hours...that you then empty out (presumably into a toilet) and rinse and reuse? Who would ever think of such a thing? Repulsed is probably an understatement for my first reaction.
Then...oh, but then! Andrea pointed us to some lovely posts by Jonniker, one in particular, that were oh so enlightening. And, well, just don't ever say I'm not open-minded because my gullible mind can apparently be swayed in a matter of minutes. To the point that I might just get one. What?!? Yeah, I think I might. As Schnozz so eloquently
shouted stated, all products related to periods are gross. I think there was some mention of a mighty pendulum swing amongst those Jonniker comments, and I can say that while rare, I've experienced it. It's enough to catch a girl completely off-guard and make her use unknown muscles to leap from a toilet seat doing the heebie-jeebie dance complete with shoulder and hand convulsions. So, like she said...gross, all of it. Besides, it might be a refreshing experience not having to carry the bright blue and purple box through the store ever again.
It does help that I followed the link from the LiveJournal Menstrual Cup Support* community page to the Mooncup UK site. That picture on their home page, the one of the smiling lady holding her treasured clear, bell-shaped flow-holder, got rid of the images I'd previously had flashing behind my eyes, ones where the thing looks like a 6-inch wide plunger. I've also decided that I don't think the fabricated sounds of thick menstrual goo swirling around inside my body or falling out of the cup back to goodness-knows-where while I sleep will be put to rest if I never try one.
So, I guess I may have officially convinced myself to eat the words of my first MOTR comment yesterday. How about you? Who's a closet cup-user? There are apparently quite a few, many of them singing praises of their cups to anyone who will listen, passing out stickers to strangers in bars. My question about that is how does one work that into conversation? I couldn't even tell you the last time I've had a discussion related to the monthly nightmare, let alone one that might possibly have any context relevant to revealing how I manage my river of uterine-lining shed.
* It's almost something you want to make fun of, but I have a feeling I'll be visiting and talking about all things menstrual cup soon enough, so I just can't.
I apologize to any male readers that were not forewarned of the subject of this post and are now scarred for life, but really, the imagery conjured in my head from this topic was too amusing not to share. Just think of how sensitive women will think you are with all this knowledge.