Back when I was interning, I was once asked by my bosses to buy them tampons. It was actually more of an order followed by, “Oh and make sure it’s cardboard and not plastic!”. I clearly remember writing this down, even though I had absolutely NO CLUE what they meant. I think they knew too, because as soon as I left they erupted into unanimous laughter, and even told me to “HURRY!”
I won’t lie and say I wasn’t nervous. Up until that point, I had avoided the tampon aisle at all costs. At 21, the tampon aisle was a treacherous leper colony that was entered only upon necessity – which was never for me. The 15 minutes I spent deciding between “jumbo”, “ultra”, and “lites” were excruciating and very indicative of my uneasiness towards women’s products. Eventually, I texted a good girlfriend, who “LOL” when I told her I didn’t know the difference between plastic and cardboard. I mean HELLO!
