A Little MS with a Little MSW

So, I’m perusing the homepage of my laptop, my eyes gliding over all the usual headlines, from sports to politics to beauty to death to nuns. Wait, nuns? Yes, nuns. Nuns and TAMPONS. Now, I will have to plead the utmost ignorance on life in the nunnery. I know they are Catholic. I know they habitually dress in a way that embraces the dichotomy of darkness and light. And I know they don’t have sex. I did not know, however, that they are not allowed other objects up their vaginas. That is, in fact, what the ex-nun lady in the tampon article was proclaiming.

Ok. Of all the things I could have in my vagina, a tampon is high on my list of thanks but no thanks. I rarely wore them in all my decades of menstruation, and definitely would not leave a nunnery because someone told me they were not allowed. I guess this lady swore off the male anatomy with no issue, but the idea of never rendezvousing with a tampon again pushed her straight over the edge. It makes me wonder …well, a lot of things, lol.

After reading this article, I did a shallow dive into the requirements of nunhood. I’ve never done that before. I guess I’ve already fulfilled my ‘never have I ever’ challenge for this year of life. The no-tampon thing appears to be a farce, as far as I can tell. Upon googling “nuns and tampons,” I actually uncovered an article entitled, “Do Nuns Get Periods?” Lord. Have. Mercy. If females could pray their way out of a period, mass would have to change its name to MASSES.

Becoming a nun is a long process. It takes years. I honestly thought it was more of a quick baptism-like ordeal. Like, you promise to avoid the male anatomy and they assign you a robe and a convent. I admire those who pursue their passions, particularly when the road to attainment is a long, arduous one. In a world of immediate gratification, it is a breath of fresh air to come upon those who are becoming. I have arrived in many areas of my life, but I am convinced that a huge part of my journey lies in the new roads I am discovering and the dark tunnels that require me to trudge forward to find new light.

You can thank this lady for today’s blog: ‘I’m a former nun and was told I couldn’t use tampons as they weren’t appropriate’ (msn.com)