by minima whatever
Considering again how many people are menstruating at any given moment it is astonishing how little it is reflected in design, architecture, culture. Apart from blue-blooded advertising and cheap jokes menstruation does not seem to exist.
Thinking about this I am gripped by a longing for the menstruation-huts I vaguely remember reading about in some secondhand anthropology a long time ago. Places where I would not have to hide and pretend this part of my life does not exist or matter (without the whole being cast out whether you want it or not-thing that seems to often go with them).
How surprising it was to read Hillesum write about it so directly in the 1940ies already, even in a journal, even if her experience is very different from mine. The sheer relief of Roche exploding the experience in Feuchtgebiete.
I wonder about the famous menstruation anecdotes of history that we have lost. I am not aware of even one. They must have happened.