Tuesday, 23 June 2009

  • Re: Tampons in the Microwave/Hair in the Drain



    It's that time of the week again, guys. As you might have read, I've been trying to chronicle my summer in NYC while living with three girls. When I left off last week, I was trying to wrap my head around the fact that girls allegedly keep tampons in microwaves and shed more than the average puppy.

    I've gotta say, I really enjoyed all of your comments on this. Surprisingly, it seems to me that way more girls were into the idea of me leaving a hairball on my roommates' beds. No sympathy, Mancouchettes? Anyway, this week, the update is going to be a little light (we don't spend that much time together during the week, and I was back visiting home for the weekend), but I do have a couple of tidbits:

    *I sadly didn't act on that revenge fantasy 100%. Instead, I did take one of the clumps and left it on the rim of the bathtub. When this didn't work, I came pretty close to taking an even more passive-aggressive route: not rinsing the sink out after shaving.



    Instead, you know, I just brought it up to them. Hair problem in the bathroom: resolved. Hair in every other room of the apartment? Not so much.

    *As for the tampons? This one resolved itself, which is good, because unlike the shaving thing, there isn't a guy counterpart that I can strategically place.

    What I'm slowly but surely learning about this is that the secret to making it out of this summer alive is to pick my battles. When my roommates insist that "Poker Face" is the song that they need to be blaring, I accept it. When Sunday Night Baseball on ESPN continually loses out to True Blood (okay, Bill is dreamy or something. I GET IT.), I watch it on the Internet. When my bathroom drain looks like it's been fed a stray cat, American Psycho-style, I feel like I have to spring into action.

    But my question to you guys is this: I've heard stories (maybe myths) that when girls live together, it's possible that their cycles can sync up. Now, I don't know if this is true or anything, but I know that two of them have been living together all year anyway. Based on the fact that I was awarded far too much information by one of them when they moved in, if this is accurate, the moment of truth is sometime next week.

    Am I making stuff up, or am I going to need a helmet to survive and boots to wade through all of that estrogen?

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