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i only know that jiminy was going to tell us how to be a woman - my mom and i got kicked out (twice) - that may explain a lot about the ensuing years. i remember when and where i got mine... even what i was wearing: i was wearing green vertical striped baby dolls and i missed most of that night's episode of lost in space.

there's another classic coming of age film that involves a girl scout sleepover, pancakes in the shape of... and syrup!

much love -



I was 14 and It was the summer before I started high school. Late and since most of my friends already had it I learned from them and my cousin's wife who stood outside the bathroom and helped me get a "junior tampax" in by giving instruction outside the door. My Mom thought it wasn't a good idea because of virginity issues. I loved the tampax. And that is why I had a Hannukah Bush.


I totally did that with the cardboard applicator. I was on the phone with my best friend and she was trying to explain to me how to get it in. Some important information apparently got lost in translation.


It was too complicated wasn't it? That's why we were afraid to use those damn tampons. So we struggled and walked bowlegged with our damn pads and belts and "accidents." Ick. Plus, I'm pretty sure we thought we'd break our hymens if we shoved those things up there. Thanks for bringing this all back up..the horror.


I never got to see that Jiminy Cricket movie. What a weird choice for a narrator. Girls have it rough--the most vulnerable time of your life and you have to worry about stanching some embarrassing bleeding. It sucks.

Karen Jackson

For the record: The actual moment-of-truth happenend while we were out walking on a busy Mexico City street, with everyone in tow (including 14 year old Kenny Rosenfeld). Mom whisked me into the closest "farmacia" and procurred from the clerk a Supergiantico size maxipad and wicked multi-strapped belt contraption that I could not, for the life of me, understand. The pad was so big that it stuck out about 3 inches in front and in back! I felt like everyone could see it plainly through my pleated skirt. And we proceeded on our walking tour of the city for hours.I can still remember it vividly. Thanks for the trip down memory lane, sissy.

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