Don't Blame the Earth's Environmental Problems on My Vagina
Feeling pressured to be even more environmentally aware and politically correct than I care to be, I decided to check out those reusable cotton menstrual pads and panties I've been hearing all the fuss about.
Fuss is right. Seventy-five bucks will by me all the Moon Goddess go-with-the-flow Love Your Mother eco-marketing misinformation I can stomach.
Of course, that $75 is a one-time investment which is supposed to last me for up to four years. The accompanying brochure states that the 'organic weave' napkins will last me that long. Frankly, I don't believe it. Let's face it- how many of us have a garment we've owned and worn five days in a row every month for the past four years? Let alone a garment we've bled upon? Unlikely.
The brochure further claims that women's disposable tampons first came on the scene because women were 'living in a culture that shamed women and young girls for menstruating.' Wrong again. Women began using tampons not because they were easy to hide (although this was a definite advantage), but because they allowed women freedom to engage in activities they had until then been unable to while wearing bloody, soggy pads (swimming, horse back riding, wearing white, sitting outdoors without attracting a fly swarm, etc.).
There are those eco-fems who would accuse me of being a female misogynist, but nothing could be further from the truth. I will not use these new environmentally friendly products because I am a feminist and I believe women have not come the past 25 years to return to use gobs of 'recyclable' cloth for their menstrual needs. Personally, I don't LIKE being bloody and sticky between the legs. I abhor the feel of stiff, crusty blood caked on my pubes. I've had the stuff run down my leg in public. I don't have the standard 8-inch gap at the top of my legs like most lovelies, so wearing pads are doubly uncomfortable for me. It's GROSS; I don't care what the in-tune Moon-Mother-Goddess harpies say.
It really bothers me that, once again, women are pressured into saving the world. It was messed up way before I got here and will be that way long after I'm gone. We cut down trees to make toilet paper to wipe butts with it, but I don't see anyone pressuring society to find an ecologically alternative. Furthermore, these reusable menstrual pads and products are still made out of cotton, which is one of the most environmentally destructive crops on the face of the earth.
I have an idea: instead of shelling out 75 hard-earned dollars on a blatant marketing ploy, I will take my used tampons, rinse 'em out, bleach 'em in the sun with lemon juice, stain 'em in organic berry juice, tie 'em together and make lovely quilts and throw rugs. Hopefully that puts to rest the oxymoron of feminist humor.
I tire of the sacrificial cross that's being put upon my back. I do not recycle aluminum because I use no aluminum products (recycling aluminum causes tons of toxic sludge that still has to be disposed of). I throw out less than one small plastic grocery bag of garbage per week. I reuse my envelopes. Most of the time, I eat so low on the food chain that I'm practically filtering plankton. I buy in bulk. I buy recycled paper. I buy the Sunday paper only so I don't have to toss six others every week. I own no car. I either walk, bum a ride with a friend who's going somewhere anyway, or use public transportation.
I think this world owes me the luxury of a few bloodied cotton bullets, primarily because I choose to have no children. I can think of no greater compromise of the earth's survival than having children.
I would think the millions of tons of barrels of toxic and radioactive waste would be a greater concern than some cotton balls, but I guess you can't sell a woman a feminine hygiene product through guilt with the toxic waste problem. Pity.
The lesson to be learned from all this is that female-owned companies can rip you off just as bad as can a male-owned one.
Build a better tampon. Start a women's collective to grow and harvest organically raised alternative fiber crops in Third World countries. Better yet, work to legalize the hemp plant. Just get off my ass and stop trying to guilt me into wearing 'reusable' pads between my legs for the good of the world. Go rag on somebody else. I just ain't buyin'.
-Andrea Helm
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