{"id":44,"date":"2020-11-12T16:42:24","date_gmt":"2020-11-12T16:42:24","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.wiseacreswest.com\/blog\/?p=44"},"modified":"2021-09-09T18:14:52","modified_gmt":"2021-09-09T18:14:52","slug":"period","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.wiseacreswest.com\/blog\/2020\/11\/12\/period\/","title":{"rendered":"Period"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><em>The standup continues&#8230;<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.wiseacreswest.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/IMG_57741-scaled.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"331\" src=\"https:\/\/www.wiseacreswest.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/IMG_57741-1024x331.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-48\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.wiseacreswest.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/IMG_57741-1024x331.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/www.wiseacreswest.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/IMG_57741-300x97.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.wiseacreswest.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/IMG_57741-768x248.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.wiseacreswest.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/IMG_57741-1536x497.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/www.wiseacreswest.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/IMG_57741-2048x662.jpg 2048w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/a><figcaption>Good: The tagline, \"You're a vagenius\"<br>Horrid: that they're called \"down there wipes\"<br>Embarrassing: that I call my vagina a \"hoo-ha\" in this post<br>Hoo-ha remains because I believe in calling myself out<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-drop-cap has-text-color wp-block-paragraph\" style=\"color:#5d070a\">I grew up hearing a quote from my cousin, who, at the onset of her period, said,  I can't wait until menopause. It was an attitude I adopted and ran with, because, seriously, blood snot coming out of my hoo-ha and ruining all my clothes and making me double over in pain was stupid and annoying. No wonder they called it  the curse. It makes me think that if there is a god, she must be a dude, because, seriously, is this some sort of revenge porn? There had to be a tidier less painful way to prove you're not pregnant.<br><br>There were a few times I worried about being pregnant, but my period was more likely to be early than late so I didn't have the scares that so many of my friends did. I don't even know if I can (could) get pregnant. My mother &#8212; in one of her many ploys to get a grandchild &#8212; told me that after she had a baby she stopped having cramps. I may have considered popping one out for about 30 seconds, but I was more willing to have cramps for two days a month for thirty-five years instead of having my life derailed by having a child. Wait. Let me do the math. Doubled over in pain from four to eight hours per menses. (I said menses cuz I'm doing math and it makes me sound more STEMMY.) Average that to six hours per period. Twelve months a year. For 35 years. That's over 2500 hours, or over 100 days, or 15 weeks, which is about three and a half months. So, I gave up three and a half months of my life so I didn't have to have a kid in the off chance that it would get rid of my cramps. What if I had a kid and still had cramps? If I do that math, its\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6.. just pure evil.<br><br>It's okay. The pain lessened after about twenty years.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"167\" height=\"239\" src=\"https:\/\/www.wiseacreswest.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/11\/167px-Estepa_Merlot_Red_Wine_Series_4545497400.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-46\"\/><figcaption><strong>Whoever came up with the phrase \"Sitting on a fine merlot\" &#8211; Thank you.<\/strong><br>Photo Credit: THOR, CC BY 2.0 <a href=\"https:\/\/creativecommons.org\/licenses\/by\/2.0\">https:\/\/creativecommons.org\/licenses\/by\/2.0<\/a>, via Wikimedia Commons<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-drop-cap wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The standup continues&#8230; I grew up hearing a quote from my cousin, who, at the onset of her period, said, I can't wait until menopause. It was an attitude I adopted and ran with, because, seriously, blood snot coming out of my hoo-ha and ruining all my clothes and making me double over in pain [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[23,22],"tags":[27,20,15,21,17,26,19],"class_list":["post-44","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-gender","category-menopause","tag-aging","tag-female","tag-gender","tag-menopausal","tag-menopause","tag-vocabulary","tag-women"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.wiseacreswest.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/44","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.wiseacreswest.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.wiseacreswest.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.wiseacreswest.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.wiseacreswest.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=44"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.wiseacreswest.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/44\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.wiseacreswest.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=44"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.wiseacreswest.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=44"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.wiseacreswest.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=44"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}