Yesterday I happened to run into my funny friend, Father Steve. We got to chatting and were talking about unfortunate coincidences of dates. For example, I noted that on my birthday I got a "card" from my doctor that said, "Its your anniversary - it's time for a colonoscopy!"

He noted that, "Yeah, one lady [presumably another parishioner] was complaining to me, 'It's my birthday and I got my period.' "

(insert sound of needle scratching across a record.)

I have zero issues with talk of bodily functions (as evidenced by the lurid tales of my GI tract)  but somehow, hearing a man referring to a complaint about Aunt Flo  BOTHERED me. I was aghast. Ok, granted, I brought up the colonoscopy joke but still...b*tching about periods is, to me, for the exclusive realm of women.

Secondly, I'm sure the woman he referred to (although not by name) wouldn't appreciate her cycles being broadcast to other parishioners.

I know guys complain ABOUT us, as in, "Ugh, she's being a real pain in the a** 'cause she's on her period."

But not try to empathize. Eww, again, that is just, somehow bothersome, and I'm not exactly sure why.

But then, this particular gent has been known to try to empathize with us women before (click and scroll to May 18th 2007 entry).