WARNING: The following post will contain explicit mentions of menstruation (not mensuration, math nerds)
and may be religiously sensitive. So if you are an anal retentive prude/ a prim and proper person with a stick up your arse, kindly arse off. The authoress is not responsible for the mental trauma/implanting of perverted thoughts / kids expanding their vocabulary of foul words. Thank you.I seriously can't figure out the point of menstruation.
Yes, according to the acient wise sages of Science, the womb has to prepare itself for the potential baby, hence the planting of the endometrium lining and etc, etc. However, what's the point of shedding so many eggs (and wasting so much cells and blood that could go to my brains and hence improve my results) when I only use about 2 in a lifetime? (Assuming that a woman produces the worldwide average of 2.1 children.
Why can't our body be like a machine that can be switched on and off? So when the parent is ready for their whiny progeny they can happily flick the 'on' button for producing of eggs. Then we don't have to clean up the stupid mess that comes monthly.
Personally, I call it the curse.
No, I am not ashamed of it, I know it's part and parcel of life, but it's mighty inconvenient! Oh, if I were a man! All that differentiates a man and a woman is just an asinine reproductive organ, a chromosome and hormones!
What's the great deal about penises in the ancient times anyway? It can be chopped off as easily as your butcher chops chicken for chicken rice, so isn't it temporary? But I suppose that having one of those is better than a womb which bleeds monthly and aches like nobody's business, and then everyone would pressure you to have kids.
Stupid reproductive organs.
