If you spy me from the feminine hygiene aisle, refrain from hailing if you'd rather not interpellate me that way.
I'm just saying.*
*With permission, of course.
Also, it goes without saying, but I should say it anyway: there's nothing inherently embarrassing about buying feminine hygiene products. I do it for the wife all the time. But if you are likely to be embarrassed if someone sees you purchasing them, it's probably best not to yell "HEY PROFESSOR KAUFMAN!" when you catch me in the corner of your eye.
Posted by: SEK | Tuesday, 06 May 2008 at 09:48 PM
Probably not embarrassed...I bet she was just looking for a box that your birthday present would fit in....
Posted by: Peck | Wednesday, 07 May 2008 at 08:13 AM
Are You People reading Althusser again? We told you to stop that.
Posted by: JPool | Wednesday, 07 May 2008 at 10:53 AM
"there's nothing inherently embarrassing about buying feminine hygiene products. I do it for the wife all the time"
Isn't the ur-text for 20th century male embarrassment about buying Tampons PKD's Confessions of a Crap Artist? If I remember rightly, there's a scene in there where a guy works himself up into a rage that his wife dared to send him out to buy them and comes home and hits her. It's done from his point of view, so there's a sort of queasy intelligibility to it. He dies from an anger-fueled heart attack later, so that's OK.
Posted by: Rich Puchalsky | Thursday, 08 May 2008 at 12:10 AM