June 2012
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10 Days In The Life Of A Tampon
From the May 7, 2008 Jezebel
It was a beautiful week and a beautiful weekend. It was verdant, sun-dappled, horticulture-redolent, exfoliated, affluent, groomed, merry, relaxed, pressed, aspirational, and at its beginning, even fragrant. (That would change.) It was all so dizzyingly gorgeous I could feel a low-grade panic trickle through my chest. But it was all good.
"Moe," my friend John asked. "Do you want half a Vicodin?"