I looked down at the tampons.

“Ricky, Some education for you.” I said, turning to my younger brother.

Ricky looked down at the tampons and ran out of the room. Yes, I make strong statements but I’m never too worried about proving my point. I kid you not, there is no exaggeration in what I am about to tell you. I hadn’t yet ranted to him about the vexing paranoia men have, I was going to do that after explaining that tampons aren’t scary.

Ricky ran out of the room, muttering “no, no”. He ran out the front door onto the porch, jumped off the 5 foot porch, and then proceeded to throw grapes at me.

So it’s just my family, then. The male gender is not to blame, the problem once again lies in the dysfunction of my family.

Whatever.