She writes stuff like this at her blog:
Saying that LT does the shopping reminded me of this weird shopping-related routine he and I have. Whenever tampons are on the list, he will come home, unpack, hand over the box with this upset look on his face, and then stutter, “Are you…are you going…you’re going to…” and then I interrupt and say, with the detached and condescending air of the movie-cliché Jerk Surgeon who tells you it is terminal, “Yes. I am going to insert these tampons, one at a time, as
needed, into my vagina.” And then LT will pretend to be completely freaked out and horrified, and walk away muttering and shaking his head. Is spending a lot of your “couple time” performing strange insular comedy routines for each other normal? I hope so. By the way, although you did not need to know, my preferred tampons are called “Beyond.” Beyond what? Their website says “Beyond The Ordinary” but I don’t know, the tampons are pretty ordinary. And that is a good thing.
