Knitted cupcakes (as if a national obsession with this insanely overrated confection wasn't bad enough - knitted ones for ladies who just lurrrrve cake, and probably ponies and kittens too, but don't want to take a hit to their dress size that might be caused by actual pastel frosting). Who buys this shit? Whoever you are, just stop it. And adverts that tell you, yes, you still can be beautiful / and or dance, in spite of your vile monthly bleeding. ("Who said protection can't be beautiful?" I'll tell you who said that. No one. No one bloody said it. Because that's the most stupid thing ever written by an advertising copywriting moron EVER.) Are these from the same people who used to advertise scented sanitary towels by showing a bumpy train journey where a woman inadvertently thrusts her groin into a man's face and thinks, oh no, he can smell me? Vile vile vile, misogynistic wankers. Didn't Just 17 put us straight on this shit when we were 12? Fuck off Tampax and fuck off Always you fucking fuckers.