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Menstrual Moan

So in the last week or two I have had a couple of a twitter conversations with some people who have been trying to activate and motivate government to keep to their promise of giving free sanitary pads to female school goers. I have always been opposed to the free distribution of pads because I consider them to be such a terrible, expensive, environmentally destructive item, and because there are much, much better, less advertised solutions, like the menstrual cup.

I have written a lot about the menstrual cup in the past. It is a life saver. It is a once-off expense, totally easy and safe to use, easy to keep clean, and mostly, completely liberating for women, who are then not beholden to a mega rich and exploitative industry for most of their lives.

I have always felt the deep frustration of how this brilliant product gets sidelined, particularly from an advertising point of view, in order to keep sanitary pads and tampons in business. This is a David and Goliath scenario, with women the foot soldiers.

So, yesterday I saw on twitter that the SA government had handed out menstrual cups at a school and I was so excited. I immediately retweeted and congratulated them. This felt like such progress. Yes! You would think so, right? But. In minutes I had two men questioning the safety and health of menstrual cups. Let me repeat that. Men demanding to know whether the menstrual cups had been tested. Whether there was a risk of infection. Asking me, a woman, to provide them with that information. My head nearly burst straight off my shoulders. Men saying that pads were better.

If I was a conspiracy theorist I would have thought that they were from Tampax or Maxi or whatever other huge billion dollar company is out there, their point of view was so despicably derisive. Just like the nay sayers of clean energy alternatives who own the coal mines.

I am going to need all the help I can get to fight this battle. The government needs to be praised and celebrated for this move. Let’s beg them to do it more, and often and all over. Pads will be bought and used and tossed. Menstrual cups can last a lifetime. And men who don’t like them or don’t trust them don’t have to use them.

PS. I am so curious about how many females have shares or are CEO’s of feminine ‘hygiene’ products. I suspect there are very, very few.

Random thoughts while being sick on a flight back home from running a workshop with full blown gastro

Warning – Not for the squeamish

  1. It takes forever for the last couple of rows to get their drinks
  2. Air hostesses are terrified of nausea
  3. You know things are really bad when you have enough time in the bathroom to notice the decommissioned ashtray, in the loo.
  4. You move from your perfectly fantastic aisle seat near the front to the bumpy last row so you are as close to the damn toilet as you can get.
  5. The airhostess, who has been a real grump, brings you flat coke because she is terrified of nausea.
  6. Everyone on the plane knows why you moved and went to the back. There is only ever one reason.
  7. Time goes even slower
  8. You remember everything you left out of the workshop, even though it ran over time.
  9. You realise that you are a far better actress than you are given credit for. Nobody at the workshop knew you were sick, and all were perfectly happy with the frequent toilet breaks.
  10. When you go back to the loo it is so loud you can’t hear the difference between farts and the stinky water that leaves your bum.
  11. When you go back to the loo you are grateful it is so loud because you can feel the noises you are making
  12. Drunk people eating are the worst thing to watch when nauseous on a plane
  13. When you can’t check the internet to see whether you have life threatening symptoms, even though everyone back home has had or knows someone who has had this gruesome gastro
  14. You wish you had something to eat to prevent the nausea but you gag every time you think of food.
  15. You imagine how much weight you will lose, at least
  16. You cry real tears to be home

A list of Domestic fails

  • Leaving the brand new Peaceful Sleep in the kitchen and not bringing it to the bedroom.
  • Dropping the new toilet roll and it landing in the only puddle in the bathroom.
  • Sharing the bed with dogs and cats.
  • Tupperware lids.
  • Forgetting the StaSoft when washing towels.
  • Using a blunt knife to cut cheese.
  • Throwing egg shells into a relatively empty bin bag and having the smell every time you open it.
  • Kicking the (full) dog bowl along the floor.
  • Using the remote with sticky hands.
  • Leaving the washing on the line overnight and waking up to the gentle sound of rain.

The next instalment of Standard Bank crazy

I have woken up into the 7th day of my conflict with Standard Bank in a far worse place than I was yesterday. I cannot believe this is happening to me.

A new drama unfolded yesterday (one that was partly my fault, which, ironically, is easier to swallow) that has left me with no access to my home loan account either. See, on Friday I was told that the R7213.77 stolen by Standard Bank when they randomly withdrew the money from my account and closed it, would be paid back into a new account, opened specifically for that reason. I was told that it would be done that day. And, on Friday afternoon, believing that was happening, I opened an email link (retarded, retarded, retarded) thinking that that was the real thing. So, somehow, on Friday I was also the victim of a phishing plot. Miraculously, I did not do one step in the process, so all those other crooks could do was transfer between accounts, instead of pay themselves. This they did. Which is why I had no idea how R2000 ended up in my new, totally unknown Standard Bank account set up on that day.

It took most of yesterday, and a very concerned Thulani (who was pretty responsive finally, as the only Standard Bank person who has been vaguely helpful) to get to the bottom of this plot. So, I had to cancel my card, change my pin and password, and now I can’t access either the new account set up to receive the money they took, nor the home loan account, which currently has no way of being paid into, since the debit order that paid my Standard Bank home loan ran off the account that Standard Bank closed. Yes. This is all true.

Today, the 7th day of this drama, feels pretty bleak. I cannot phone anyone because Standard Bank has a policy of not having numbers for anything except the call centre. I have sent emails to the consultant at the branch (she has not replied) and to Thulani, who also has not replied. I am beyond understanding what my next step is. And this damn production is taking all y time.

 

Standard Bank Hell continued

I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. I have just been online and had a look at my brand new Standard Bank account that I was forced to open so they could pay me back the R7213.77 they stole from me and they have invented the arbitrary number of R2000 and put it into this new account. I kid you not. Please join me on Twitter (@meganshead) to RT the shit out of this crooked, vile, idiotic company. Standard Blank take things to new lows.

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