On Being a Girl

So today as I'm going into the ladies' room to rustle me up a (ahem) feminine product, I hold the door for someone coming in behind me. She thanks me, introduces herself, and asks me if I'm new and I say yes, I've been working here about two months now. "Do you like it?" she asks.

"Yes, I love it!" I respond. "Although," laughing ruefully, "they apparently don't keep the tampon machine stocked!"

The other woman laughs and says, "I'd give you one, but since I got my IUD I don't have periods anymore."

"Really!" I exclaim, surprised. "I have an IUD and mine are if anything heavier."

"Oh," she says, "I have Mirena, the kind with the hormones. You should check into it. I really love it."

"I'll have to ask my doctor about it," I say. "Mine's due to come out in a couple years here."

So there you are: two strangers moving from introducing ourselves, to talking about what we've got up our respective hoo-hahs, in 15 seconds flat.

That, boys, is why you will never understand us.