Oh c’mon.
The leaking happens even with a tampon in, and even if said tampon is not full. Plus, the leaking always happens to hit where the liner isn’t; that’s why you see products with wings to cover the crotch-middle, and super-absorbant edges to try to head off the escaping flow.
Some women don’t use tampons in which case they might use maxipads which are meant to catch all the flow. Pantiliners on the other hand are an extra layer of protection in addition to a tampon, or can be used when the flow is light at the beginning or end of a period. Not to mention marketing them to non-menstruating women as a way of saying women are unclean throughout the month and could use a liner to feel fresher. :rolleyes:
I read that as “quickie” and wondered if it’s been established that he in fact doesn’t “eat it”. :eek:
I’m sorry, I really don’t know. Is that hard to believe? It seems I may have heard the term before, but I can’t place it.
I’ve never heard it before, but I’m going to assume it’s a tampon – the string is the tail.
Thirsty little meeses!
Ah, I get it! Not what I was thinking at all. Although my thought did have to do with periods…
I know, tell me all about it Inyerfacexxx. Some people just can’t be bothered to get others names right.
By the way, that last post was supposed to contain a smiley, otherwise it looks like I got wooshed. 
Glad to see the mystery’s been resolved.
Y’know, another reason I dread buying feminine hygiene products is not so much the ick I’m buying girlie stuff reaction, so much it is intimidation by the sheer multiplicity of products to choose from. If she tells me to pick up some pads, I am confronted by an aisle full of choices: ultra-thin, regular, or super-dooper-bale-of-hay; wings or no wings; tabs or peel and stick; deodorant or not, and if so, any one of a half dozen scents; dry weave or moisture lock; curved or not; overnight or light protection; %100 organic or not; chlorine-free or not; etc, etc, etc. And if I bring home the wrong one, I get The Look. No thanks.
Also, when does she need ‘shields’? (Are some months fine with ‘deflectors’ only? )
I suppose sometimes you could parry instead of blocking.
This makes no fucking sense to me. I know how goddamn confusing menstrual products are, so why on earth would it be my guy’s fault if he gets the wrong one? I asked my husband to get me pads one time, and he got almost the right kind, but mistakenly got the “deodorant”–a misnomer if ever there was one, because those things stink to high heaven–and when he apologized, I told him it was totally not his fault, because while I remembered thin or ultra thin, regular not overnight, no wings, Kotex or Stayfree maxi pads, I forgot to tell him non-deodorant. With the other gazillion options, it was easy to miss that one, and I totally didn’t blame him, and it pisses me off that some other women do.
Though I’ve never put my boyfriend to the “tampon buying” test, I’m pretty sure he would pick some up for me because he is a mature adult who can brave all grocery store items.
That being said, I asked him last night to pick up some deodorant for me. “I don’t care what kind,” I said, “any kind that smells good.” No, he needs more information, a brand name or something. Okay, I think to myself, Arm & Hammer has about 5 different scents, all which I like. So I tell him Arm & Hammer brand and that’s what he gets. And what yummy surprising smell did he pick out for me I wonder? Unscented.
But I’m just happy and thankful that he got it, and I had some deodorant to use this morning, that I didn’t even have to pay for, and I didn’t even have to get off the couch last night. 
That made me laugh.
What if you put it in the refrigerator overnight next to the blueberry yogurt? Would that help?
That’s why I’d just say baby powder-all deodorants have the old “baby powder scent” standby.
I’ve been married for 11 years and I wouldn’t ask my husband to buy me ‘items’, because a) I don’t stick to one brand or sort, I buy what’s on sale and b) I realize, as a woman who takes care of her man (which…makes me a man? I don’t know) that it squicks him out a bit, so why would I make him do it? To prove something? No thanks.
I’m 33 and I still don’t run around cherishing my moon blood or whatever the hell…it’s a gross, smelly situation and I don’t need mr. ham to participate.