i got my period in 1976 when i was 11. because of the times and how our mothers were taught it was "the curse" we were encouraged to love our growing bodies, feel that menstruation was normal and natural and beautiful. i couldn't wait to get my period.

imagine how disappointed and flipped out i was that i'd been sold a shitty bill of goods: heavy periods where i needed TWO super-plus tampons, cramps so bad i needed codeine. i smelled in numerous places, i was broken out, i was cranky. i was 11 and terrified i'd bleed all over myself at school.

there was nothing beautiful about this bullshit. if these ads can help girls feel more normal, go for it. i just wish we'd stop talking about how this part of our lives is supposed to be so empowering when really it can often bring to us our knees.

if this isn't a curse, i don't know what is

you guys can do better than this. more so, this is inappropriate.

curious.

i have to call my doctor and if he's not there beg the covering physician for a DIFLUCAN, for christ's sake, but xenical can be over the counter.

there's just something very wrong about this, because i doubt too much yeast infection medication can harm you.

having my sweater on the floor doesn't mean i don't respect it, it just means that's where i left it.

you're reading far more into the wallet on the floor (or the sweater on my floor) than is there.

there seems to be this assumption that the guy was a: careless, or b: hiding wealth, by leaving his wallet on the floor.

those of us who are slobs will tell you that there are constantly things on the floor that are worth a lot of $$. that my favorite cashmere sweater is lying there right now--one bought at the thrift store, in case you think it makes me look rich--means nothing other than the fact that i am lazy.

oybunny, i would never, EVER, ask a person to reimburse me if i tripped on an unshoveled icy path at their home. but if it were my home and someone tripped on a path i didn't make safe for them, i'd without question insist on paying for any expenses incurred with this accident. morally, and legally, it's the right thing to do.

if you came to my garage, and an unsecured ladder fell on your head, i'd be mortified. and i'd do everything i could to take care of you. bad shit happens everyday, it's how we handle it that makes us ethical or non-ethical people. i don't see how both kinds of situations (stolen $$, injury) are all that different.

if you can't at least try to ensure the safety (from theives, preventable accidents, et alia) of those who visit your home, you have no business inviting guests to stay with you.

ethically, if a guest in my house is stolen fron it's my responsibility.(i'd love to know an actual ethicist's point of view on this.)

when staying with friends, or family, one has the perception that their belongings are safe. you shouldn't worry that your money or camera or underwear could be stolen. personally, if this much $$ were not repayed to me i'd be fuming; at the very least it's what homeowner's insurance is for. (if, while staying with friends, you slipped and fell and hurt yourself, it would be more than reasonable to expect themto offer some compensation, especially if the money is there in the first place... which seems to have to do with a lot of people's reactions to this.

but the issue at hand is whether or not he should have accepted, and as far as i see it there's no real reason not to. repayment is the right thing to do. more so, that the father came in and repayed, then expected to recoup the money is ridiculous. if i were the daughter i'd be mortified; neither she nor the boyfriend asked for this "favor."

finally, so many of you have written that you've never had anything stolen from "servants." consider yourself lucky. i've had items vanish in nearly every third world country i've stayed in, in fancy hotels no less. my $$ has always been in the safe, but even silly things like make-up and perfume disappear from the bathroom with incredible frequency.

fyi, it's jane curtin

i'm with williams, jack rocks.

in a city this big without a decent radio station, jack's been my savior (especially in a ten year old car that has no CD player). i love FUV, but you can't get it everywhere and on the weekends it's just, well, weird celtic crap. and i love the indie scene, really.

but while i will absolutely turn the dial if i hear celene dion or beyonce, hearing nick lowe and styx and elvis in the same set just work... even with the cheesy car commercials.

just like marriage. it's all legal, or illegal, but governed by laws.

if your wife really wanted to get divorced she'd have made sure it happened as soon as humanly possible. this mediation thing isn't working, you're getting screwed, and your girlfriend, well, don't get me started. trust me that she will only be patient for so long before the two of you end up in counseling because you're not divorced.

find the money. use a credit card. get a loan. sell something. find someone to represent you before it's too late.