Messin' with a Woman

(yeah, it is a country song title)

But besides that, it's also the theme of the night. Don't the darned sanitary pad makers KNOW that the WRONG time to mess with a woman is when that same woman is most dependent upon their product? And the RIGHT time to really impress that woman is to make that product the most easy to use and useful product she has ever had in her entire life?

Why on earth would you cut back on the quality of your adhesives????? Do you REALLY want your customer to be sitting on the toilet picking all the little leftover adhesive tacky pieces OUT of the crotch of her panties? Do you REALLY want that to be the lasting impression she has of your product - Always?

Who knew? Who knew such a thing that you take for granted every single month 12 times a year for multiple years and decades on end can suffer the same darned cutbacks and quality control measures that we see occurring in our cars and airplane flights and home electronics? Who knew someone was going to make a decision to change the product mix that creates the sticky strip that ties that pad permanently in place in your underwear until you are ready to get rid of it? And who would have thought that decision would mean that one quick jerk (like lipwaxing) no longer does the trick???

I've used this product a long time, but maybe not in the last few times, as I Always forget when I go to the store which one I use. Or, maybe the store doesn't carry it - the darned stores are getting so persnickety about what brands and "models" they carry for each brand you just can't count on Always finding your Always. (come on, WHO THOUGHT UP the g-string panti-liners? And why is it taking shelf space away from the big girl stuff?)

I could tell with this package that there was a quality control issue. Each one has been just a tad bit defective on the "catch and release" movement until the final coup de grace tonight. There I sat, on the toilet, picking at something that there was no edge to pick at! About the size of a band aid. Stuck. Do I wash it? Do I keep picking? Should I just put another one over it and pretend it's not there? "Honey - bring me my laptop - I've got to write about this one!"

I've seen it all now. I don't think the world can get any weirder.