This is supposed to be an actual letter from an Austin woman sent to American company  Proctor and Gamble regarding their feminine products. She really gets  rolling after the first paragraph. It’s PC Magazine’s 2007 editors’  choice for best webmail-award-winning letter.
Dear  Mr. Thatcher,
I  have been a loyal user of your ‘Always’ maxi pads for over 20 years and  I appreciate many of their features. Why, without the LeakGuard Core or  Dri-Weave absorbency, I’d probably never go horseback riding or salsa  dancing, and I’d certainly steer clear of running up and down the beach  in tight, white shorts. But my favorite feature has to be your  revolutionary Flexi-Wings. Kudos on being the only company smart enough  to realize how crucial it is that maxi pads be aerodynamic. I can’t tell  you how safe and secure I feel each month knowing there’s a little F-16  in my pants.
Have you ever had a menstrual period, Mr. Thatcher?  Ever suffered from ‘the curse’? I’m guessing you haven’t. Well, my time  of the month is starting right now. As I type, I can already feel  hormonal forces violently surging through my body. Just a few minutes  from now, my body will adjust and I’ll be transformed into what my  husband likes to call ‘an inbred hillbilly with knife skills.’ Isn’t the  human body amazing?
As Brand Manager in the Feminine-Hygiene  Division, you’ve no doubt seen quite a bit of research on what exactly  happens during your customer’s monthly visits from ‘Aunt Flo’.  Therefore, you must know about the bloating, puffiness, and cramping we  endure, and about our intense mood swings, crying jags, and  out-of-control behavior. You surely realize it’s a tough time for most  women. In fact, only last week, my friend Jennifer fought the viole nt  urge to shove her boyfriend’s testicles into a George Foreman Grill just  because he told her he thought Grey’s Anatomy was written by drunken  chimps. Crazy!
The point is, sir, you of all people must realize that  America is just crawling with homicidal maniacs in Capri pants… Which  brings me to the reason for my letter. Last month, while in the throes  of cramping so painful I wanted to reach inside my body and yank out my  uterus, I opened an Always maxi-pad, and there, printed on the adhesive  backing, were these words: ‘Have a Happy Period.’
Are you f———  kidding me? What I mean is, does any part of your tiny middle-manager  brain really think happiness - actual smiling, laughing happiness, is  possible during a menstrual period? Did anything mentioned above sound  the least bit pleasurable? Well, did it, James? FYI, unless you’re some  kind of sick S&M freak, there will never be anything ‘happy’ about a  day in which you have to jack yourself up on Motrin and Kahlua and lock  yourself in your house just so you don’t march down to the local  Walgreen’s armed with a hunting rifle and a sketchy plan to end your  life in a blaze of glory.
For the love of God, pull your head out,  man! If you have to slap a moronic message on a maxi pad, wouldn’t it  make more sense to say something that’s actually pertinent, like ‘Put  down the Hammer’ or ‘Vehicular Manslaughter is Wrong’, or are you just  picking on us?
Sir, please inform your Accounting Department that,  effective immediately, there will be an $8 drop in monthly profits, for I  have chosen to take my maxi-pad business elsewhere. And though I will  certainly miss your Flex-Wings, I will not for one minute miss your  brand of condescending bullshit. And that’s a promise I will keep.
Always.  .  .
Wendi Aarons
Austin  , T X
Via
 
 
1 comment:
Fuck yeah, Wendi Aarons. Rock on.
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