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July 08 2010

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June 30 2010

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“
ave you ever used cutesy phrases to talk about your period, like “Aunt Flo is in town” or “I’m surfing the crimson tide”? Well, you’re far from being the only one. The new book Flow: the Cultural Story of Menstruation, by Elissa Stein and Susan Kim, manages to be both hilarious and educational in its approach to menstrual history. Here, they list common euphemisms for periods from around the world.

The Netherlands: “The tomato soup is overcooked”

Brazil: “I’m with Chico”

China: “Little Sister has come”

many parts of Latin America: “Jenny has a red dress on”

Australia: “I’ve got the flags out”

Denmark: “There are Communists in the funhouse”

Ireland: “I’m wearing a jam rag”

England: “I’m flying the Japanese flag”

Japan: “Little Miss Strawberry”

France: “The English have arrived”

Germany: “The cranberry woman is coming”

Puerto Rico: “Did the rooster already sing?”

South Africa: “Granny’s stuck in traffic”

In other news, I am stealing that Danish phrase pronto.
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— What to Call Your Period in Other Countries « TheGloss

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June 25 2010

“ I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. ”