Gypsy Creams

Jam Shambles on 22 December 2009 @ 9pm

Oh dear god! Thank god they’re tablets… I was imagining something much scarier!

Estelle on 22 December 2009 @ 9pm

Wow, I didn’t know your period gave you bad breath!

Tanya Jones on 22 December 2009 @ 11pm

Yeah…men certainly don’t understand this intimate problem, do they?

TheLeen on 23 December 2009 @ 11am

I had no idea I should worry about bad breath once a month? I will start with that now.
(At least there are pills that banish breath.)

It reads a bit like modern email spam, actually.

offensive_mango on 23 December 2009 @ 8pm

That smelly woman looks so glum. Cheer up, Stinky.

Estelle on 23 December 2009 @ 9pm

When I lived in America I was amazed at the amount of vaginal douches on display in shops, and the fact that most women seemed to use them as a matter of course, and you were odd if you didn’t use them. I hope it’s not that way now, they are so bad for you.

Dave on 24 December 2009 @ 8am

>(At least there are pills that banish breath.)

That sounds like a quote from a suicide letter.

Joey on 27 December 2009 @ 4pm

I’m with Jo on this, I thought it was something else! Not something that would ever tempt me.

Even going back to the douche comment, most ladies know that the vagina is self-cleansing, it’s like over-cleaning a wound if you like, you’re just going to invite infection/bad things.

Mags on 8 November 2014 @ 8pm

Still a regular product in Japan. I thought they were the worse-tasting breathe mints ever till someone explained you swallow them whole.

Erica on 14 October 2015 @ 5pm

I remember “internal deodorants” here in America, too! The “green pill” may well have been harmless chlorophyll, which is still sold in health food stores here. I have some liquid chlorophyll! It’s green! I have been carefully monitoring my internal gas production, but have yet to notice an odorific difference–although other “products” commonly produced take on a lovely daisy-green tinge.

As far as the time-tested “Make The Broads Paranoid About Everything” technique, well, enough said. A shower once a day during “that time” should nix whatever the hell is supposed to happen to you. Tooth hygiene, too–brush twice a day. NOW–on to the FILTH that is Womanhood at THAT TIME OF MONTH…!

I no longer do “that thing you do” at “that time”, but I used to make a habit of walking through crowds and watching for people’s reactions. Strangely, crowds didn’t part like the Red Sea when they smelled me walking by. I also sniffed, occasionally, to try to identify other ladies who may be “on the rag”. I never sussed anyone out. Products like this were lampooned regularly in my First-Wave Feminist childhood. We used to search old magazines for the ads and laugh at them. My mother, thank God, was not a doucher or a paranoid, and she passed that lovely trait onto me.

Oh, and PS:–I worked at a pharmacy for decades–we never sold ONE douche product. But, thanks to the filthy men in our lives, we sold a lot of Monistat!