If you’ve met me, friended me on Facebook, or know….pretty much anything about me, you know that I am a colossal, almost-to-the-point-of-annoying book nerd.
I’ve been reading rabidly since I learned how in the first grade. I was that kid – you know, the insufferably straight-laced one – whose primary source of conflict with my parents in middle and high school was reading past my bedtime – under the covers, with a flashlight. (I know – I’m a badass.)
It’s probably no surprise, then, that I read….a lot. All the time. Pretty much whenever I can get the chance….because if I’m NOT reading, you don’t want to be around me. (It’s not pleasant.) Reading makes me happier, more productive, and generally just a better person.
That said, in 2016, I read 80 books.
“You should write a book!”
“You are a FANTASTIC writer – I literally devoured every single word on every page of your website.”
“Can you write like every day, please?”
These are just a few of the comments that people have made to me over the last eight years on my blog.
Which, yeah, is flattering…in a way. But it also brings out a wild-eyed teeth-baring smile of frustration (usually with labored breathing) every time I hear something like it.
Yeah, I’m going there.
Why? Because this product has changed my existence as a woman. Bold statement, right? Trust me – if it weren’t worth talking about, I wouldn’t be wasting our time writing about it.
So let’s get down to it. I don’t know about you, but until a few months ago, I always just did what I was told to do, vis-a-vis my “lady time” – use tampons and pads and grumble, grumble, grumble.