Tampon talk below (I stopped having periods before the cup was a big thing so this is specifically referring to the evil cotton plug)
Most men don't know that periods frequently cause urgent, unexpected, large, messy poops. Sometimes this occurs right after you have inserted a fresh tampon so you have to decide whether to pull out the completely dry tampon or secure the string up out of the way so that you don't get poop on it.
Getting poop on your tampon string is not only exceptionally gross but it is bacterially risky. You don't want fecal germs getting anywhere near your vagina because of the infection risk - this is why we were taught to wipe front to back - so if you leave it in, you run the risk of getting poop in places you don't want. Plus, there is also a chance that you'll push too hard, causing the tampon to become dislodged anyway, which you will notice immediately when you stand up. If you are in a public restroom and/or that is the only tampon you have, you have to jam it back up there with your finger and pray that it went back into place.
The dry pull though is a sensation that cannot be put into words, both for the Herculean strength required to pull that fucker out, and for the feeling of dragging dry, compacted cotton down an area that works so hard to keep itself lubricated.
Sometimes the dry pull isn't poop related. Sometimes you think you've got another day or so on the rag so you put one in only to pull it out unexpectedly dry a few hours later. Because the fun never stops, you'll go skipping out of the bathroom and proceed with your day only to be met with a random bloody gush sometime later, usually in a situation where you can't do a whole lot about it except fold some toilet paper in your underwear, if you caught it before it leaked out onto your pants.
And while we're on the subject, public bathrooms that don't have a fan or pipe-in music are terrible for period management. The crinkling of the wrapper and then the slimy sound of someone inserting a tampon is unmistakable, leading to awkward encounters at the sink.
40 years of this hell and we aren't even talking about the cramps or the other shit. This is just tampon strife. Roughly 480 periods. If there is a god, he can kiss my ass.
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to the posters before me that went into some of this already. Nothing but love for y'all!!!