Tag: rubbish

  • Period Poverty Is A Load Of BullS**T

    What is all this rubbish about period poverty, according to some “experts” 1 in 10 girls can’t afford to buy menstrual products, well I say what a load of rubbish, you can pick up a pack of sanitary towels for under 50p, if they cannot afford that then clearly they are soon going to die as they must be homeless, foodless and close to a pending death…. 50 bloody pence how can this be period poverty.

    What are these girls and woman buying that is so expensive are they bleeding in to diamonds and gold???

    One site claims menstrual products cost more than £18,000, in a women’s life (approx £13 every month)!!! oh piss off I spend one whole pound a month.

    Did you know you can buy Tesco essentials sanitary towels (pack of 10) for only 23p.

    Mate why are we mak out that girls are housebound during their periods and missing school, this is a bullshit excuse for them to sit at home and take snapchats or watch a Netflix series.

    Period poverty in the Uk is absolute rubbish, if you are a parent and cant find 23p for your daughter to bleed in maybe you need to look at your life and make changes, all this is are more snowflakes crying because they have to pay a few pence tax on the product or deem that they shouldnt have to pay as they do not have a choice but to bleed every month… well there are choices…. free bleed and be part of the growing creepy trend, buy some god damn cheap sanitary towels, or a reusable menstrual cup, shut up, woman have been bleeding since forever… you crazy woman make me fear for the future

  • Dear Friend, I’m Sorry For Being So Bloody Rubbish

    Dear Friend,

    I am sorry for being so bloody rubbish.

    But you see, life moves really – REALLY – fast.

    From the minute I open my eyes there are 2 small people, several big people and even some animals who are relying on me for many different reasons. Some of them involve eating and basic survival.

    I am spinning plates and dropping plenty. You, my dear friend are one of those plates.

    But I love you very much.

    I wish that every text message I wrote to you in my head made it into the virtual space and into your phone to let you know you’re in my heart and on my mind.

    I wish I could carry through with all the plans we make, knowing we never will. I go there in my mind – it’s loads of fun.

    When I drop, frazzled, into bed at night, I remember I haven’t rung you, again.

    Then I remember I haven’t locked the back door or brought the cat in and just like that, it’s happened again and I have forgotten, again.

    I am very hopeful that one day life will be easier and we will be blessed with plenty of time for laughing, drinking and sharing.

    Stick with me,

    I promise I will be worth it – when we are old and grey and you need someone to laugh with in the nursing home.

    I’m there.

    Yours Loyally,

    Your bloody rubbish friend

    xxx

    Source – Donna Ashworth