Imagine that in some association of this kind, a newly incorporated girl naively proposes to put herself in the bathroom, just like the toilet paper, pads or tampax. And that the member who takes care of toilet paper is totally affected by the question of whether the compress your age should begin to crumble. White. While teaching your hands. U-Cta. White. That hasn't happened, of course, I invented it. But in that right story, I'm mute, and starting to look for something inside my head, I'm just camouflaged. The only answer I have recently come up with, too often, is the pickup.

Sometimes, because you have made an environment to your measure, because you have had the opportunity to be quiet for a while in that environment, because what you read is also your measure, because in an announcement of the rule they have put red blood, at last… I don’t know, you have almost forgotten the argument about some issues, you have done it, you are centered on other more thorny ones, I know, prostitution.

But no. As soon as you get out of the bubble, you realize not. Less bad than men also defend. Really. Otherwise, women would carry the toilet paper in the bag. Men wouldn't want to touch it, and maybe we should. If men had the rule, what would it be? I don't know if there'd be pads, because I'm sure they would compete for as many liters of blood each. The compresses, if any, would look at the top or bottom of the shorts.

And maybe, if it were men's stuff, we would also see the class variable more clearly. “The placing of pads will have budgetary implications.” Also toilet papers (less bad than men defend) and toilets for men to urinate faster. This is camehameha.