*pssst*
Hisses my mum. "we need to talk". (I'm 12)
She ushers me into the front garden. She points rather furiously yet quietly at a green piece of rubbish - a sanitary towel wrapper.
"why the fuck can't you be careful? That's fucking disgusting! Pick it up and put it away."
"it's not mine"
"yes it is. why is it in our garden then?"
"it's NOT mine!"
*still hushed* "yes, it must be! now stop arguing and pick it up and don't do it again"
"Mum, it's NOT MINE"
at which point the neighbours can hear.

20 minutes later everyone in the street can hear us yelling at each other. I eventually give up and pick it up, shove it in the bin, and go and sulk.

The thing is I hadn't even started menstruating yet at that age.

Way to go to my mum for giving a girl a complex about the blob though.
(mmmm curry doesn't really understand this sig lark, Fri 20 Apr 2007, 16:18, Reply)