tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post3665858931111962991..comments2023-11-05T03:56:08.325-08:00Comments on Murrmurrs: Curses! Soiled AgainMurr Brewsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422638986410813520noreply@blogger.comBlogger69125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-51460019089307125862011-04-05T19:42:46.604-07:002011-04-05T19:42:46.604-07:00I can still see your comments and can leave one.I can still see your comments and can leave one.injaynesworldhttp://injaynesworld.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-1162711851635920662011-04-05T15:33:08.824-07:002011-04-05T15:33:08.824-07:00Your mama seems to have been rather more informati...Your mama seems to have been rather more informative than mine. And our family doctor (male natch) told me that women liked getting their periods because, wait for it, 'it reassures them that they are women'. I would have been about thirteen then, and knew with every fibre of my being that he was talking crap. And I was right.The Elephant's Childhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06650565833097914052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-68727958933041687362011-04-05T15:33:08.550-07:002011-04-05T15:33:08.550-07:00Ah, yes, the belt and accompanying Mickey Mouse ma...Ah, yes, the belt and accompanying Mickey Mouse mattress...those were such graceful days.swamp4mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03500364141244115390noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-75351558593281644682011-04-05T15:33:08.132-07:002011-04-05T15:33:08.132-07:00Oh, I dreaded it and then as one by one all my gir...Oh, I dreaded it and then as one by one all my girlfriends got it I wondered if I was ever going to get it. finally, the last one. went running to tell my mother. she couldn't be bothered. get you sister to help you, she said. it was left to a younger neighbor to clue me into tampons.ellen abbotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00535475792150335186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-74420328238099344422011-04-05T15:33:07.517-07:002011-04-05T15:33:07.517-07:00Almost choked on the part about friend Linda! My...Almost choked on the part about friend Linda! My mother never said the M word. It was always 'the pip."merrilymaryleehttp://merrilymarylee.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-70806857513756730612011-04-05T15:33:07.250-07:002011-04-05T15:33:07.250-07:00My little brother set the table with mom's ...My little brother set the table with mom's 'napkins' one night.<br><br>I was in 3rd grade.<br><br>So I got a scaled down version of the conversation.<br><br><br>Thanks for sharing.<br>No. Really.Amihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08353667980806676067noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-7276029776551972742011-04-05T15:33:06.119-07:002011-04-05T15:33:06.119-07:00We didn't have anything in school, but my Camp...We didn't have anything in school, but my Campfire Girls group (club? den? what WERE we?) in 5th grade had a presentation at one of our meetings. It was either a filmstrip (remember them?) or a film, plus little booklets put out by Modess ("rhymes with 'Oh-Yes'"). A little corporate, perhaps, but a much better explanation than we might have received otherwise.Hamandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10568501782710056106noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-4839831328948711132011-04-05T15:33:05.877-07:002011-04-05T15:33:05.877-07:00Come on over, Mary, I'll take you to that exac...Come on over, Mary, I'll take you to that exact spot.Murr Brewsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422638986410813520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-55461465243963035962011-04-05T15:33:05.687-07:002011-04-05T15:33:05.687-07:00I was an "early bloomer" God help me - 1...I was an "early bloomer" God help me - 11 years old I think. I don't remember my conversation with mom, but I remember her taking me around to all the female relatives to announce that I was a woman now (and that seems REALLY weird to me now). My great grandmother, a prissy lady who sold Mary Kay, told me that I couldn't take a bath until it was all finished. Really? Blech!<br><The Bughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07509037206264761261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-61354568038378290032011-04-05T15:33:05.507-07:002011-04-05T15:33:05.507-07:00Tears of laughter here too, Murr! I was a late ble...Tears of laughter here too, Murr! I was a late bleeder, so I had the benefit of all my early starting girlfriends (whom I envied, but not for long) being able to tell me what it was all about, filling in the gaps of what my mother told me. Oh, she left out few details, and was ready with a supply kit including belt and safety pins as feminine products were in transition at the time - maybe I was Two Tigershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08842508709852026701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-63264499291458121102011-04-05T15:33:05.324-07:002011-04-05T15:33:05.324-07:00As a boy, I knew that this was something "tha...As a boy, I knew that this was something "that happened to girls", but it wasn't until jr. high school that I realized that this was really "happening" to *girls that I actually knew*. And by then, I think that us guys assumed that everybody had converted over to more modern technology. So after reading your hilarious posting, I now have renewed sympathy for every gal I Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17540180242324518225noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-71189138287552804602011-04-05T15:33:04.888-07:002011-04-05T15:33:04.888-07:00See, that's why it's in the camp applicati...See, that's why it's in the camp application form. <br><br>You guys are killing me here! Set the table with sanitary napkins? "The Talk" at the dinner table? BAUXITE? <br><br>I think we could perfect the Muslim idea. The women go off on their own for a week, and the men do the laundry.Murr Brewsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422638986410813520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-88929014136497895072011-04-05T15:33:04.603-07:002011-04-05T15:33:04.603-07:00Great post, as usual. And here I thought it would...Great post, as usual. And here I thought it would be about manual typewriters. The sum total of my mother's wisdom to me of such things was: Bad girls have babies. Seriously. I thought shoplifting meant I would get pregnant. Zero about menstruation. I started at age 14 at summer camp. The other girls filled me in.lifeintheboomerlanehttp://lifeintheboomerlane.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-9404431007166296282011-04-05T15:33:04.409-07:002011-04-05T15:33:04.409-07:00I'm fascinated that this seems to have been a ...I'm fascinated that this seems to have been a question on the application. I wonder how it was phrased.hippiecahierhttp://hippiecahier.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-79896759987920656442011-04-05T15:33:03.329-07:002011-04-05T15:33:03.329-07:00"You haven't gone digital yet?"Oh my..."You haven't gone digital yet?"<br><br>Oh my. I really hope that doesn't mean you're still analog.We Work For Cheesehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06415965615160435661noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-77257998020256912472011-04-05T15:33:03.065-07:002011-04-05T15:33:03.065-07:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Murr Brewsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422638986410813520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-39727651394726195132011-04-05T15:33:02.836-07:002011-04-05T15:33:02.836-07:00Just for the record, I was born 29 years ago and m...Just for the record, I was born 29 years ago and my mother gave me the same "talk." Boy was that awkward... LOLJean Cumbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09490280013245012003noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-4699666390356606112011-04-05T15:33:02.152-07:002011-04-05T15:33:02.152-07:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.laytonwoman3rdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05614162024708881395noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-10218926795644370712011-04-05T15:33:01.329-07:002011-04-05T15:33:01.329-07:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.maggie's gardenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16749464659476217501noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-39207767493195986252011-04-05T13:23:16.524-07:002011-04-05T13:23:16.524-07:00OMG....spot on...pun intended! I roared laughing o...OMG....spot on...pun intended! I roared laughing out loud...my son thought I might be having convulsions. Your description of the sanitary napkin was perfect...absolutely hilarious!! Thanks for stopping in at Maggie's garden today...I'm grateful because it lead me to YOU. Most appreciative for the belly laughs. See ya soon.karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16749464659476217501noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-88986543537336781042011-04-05T10:49:21.794-07:002011-04-05T10:49:21.794-07:00Ed up there was there for my first tampon experien...Ed up there was there for my first tampon experience, but he doesn't know it. And everyone needs to poke laytonwoman in the ribcage until she snorts. There will be no not-laughing here.Murr Brewsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03422638986410813520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-46183451869604544402011-04-05T08:53:40.277-07:002011-04-05T08:53:40.277-07:00I hate to be disagreeable (and NO, it is not PMS t...I hate to be disagreeable (and NO, it is not PMS thank you very much!) but even you can't make me laugh about this subject. And my mother was fairly straight forward and informative about the whole thing in a timely manner. She even encouraged me to "get the hang" of tampons early on. "You'll never go back to the other things." I learned to live with it until it Linda Koonshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05614162024708881395noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-53572800672219500452011-04-04T16:43:51.064-07:002011-04-04T16:43:51.064-07:00Still laughing, I'll be back when I stop. Grea...Still laughing, I'll be back when I stop. Great post!Carolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16039261743881342348noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-32170596509429813502011-04-04T09:54:33.904-07:002011-04-04T09:54:33.904-07:00Huh. Well, I thank you kindly for the insight into...Huh. Well, I thank you kindly for the insight into what we used to call women's health issues. My own sex education consisted of a single question and answer with my reticent mother and completely silent father: <br /><br />Mom, nervously: "Are they teaching you about sex in school?"<br /><br />Me, nervously: "Yes."<br /><br />Mom, somewhat less nervously: "Oh, good.&MikeWJ at Too Many Morningshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05357719098554598893noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-82377195226071058842011-04-04T09:21:36.721-07:002011-04-04T09:21:36.721-07:00Ah, yes... I remember it well. When I first got t...Ah, yes... I remember it well. When I first got the retched curse, my mom had to blab about it to my aunts like it was some graduate degree to celebrate. Fortunately, it arrived late and left early. You can even make a subject like this interesting and funny. <br /><br />Now please get Disqus so we can all talk to each other, too. It will be fun. I promise.injaynesworldhttp://injaynesworld.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.com