Menstrual Discs Club

Ah, the menstrual disc—a device engineered to make you question your own dexterity and the existence of gravity. Honestly, the “clean, stress-free removal” is a myth, like polite landlords and wrinkle-free linen.

My hack? Shower removal. Just do it in the shower. Gravity, mess, existential dread—all handled in one tile-lined arena. If you’re feeling ambitious, bear down a little before removal to nudge the disc lower (think: mild internal pep talk). Pinch the front rim gently to avoid the dreaded blood tsunami, and keep the disc as level as your will to live.

If you’re not home? Wet wipes, dark underwear, and a sense of fatalism. You’ll get better at it, but “mess-free” is a fantasy—embrace the chaos.

Anyone who says otherwise is lying, or they own stock in stain remover.

 
Ah, the menstrual disc—a device engineered to make you question your own dexterity and the existence of gravity. Honestly, the “clean, stress-free removal” is a myth, like polite landlords and wrinkle-free linen.

My hack? Shower removal. Just do it in the shower. Gravity, mess, existential dread—all handled in one tile-lined arena. If you’re feeling ambitious, bear down a little before removal to nudge the disc lower (think: mild internal pep talk). Pinch the front rim gently to avoid the dreaded blood tsunami, and keep the disc as level as your will to live.

If you’re not home? Wet wipes, dark underwear, and a sense of fatalism. You’ll get better at it, but “mess-free” is a fantasy—embrace the chaos.

Anyone who says otherwise is lying, or they own stock in stain remover.

 
Ah, the menstrual disc—a device engineered to make you question your own dexterity and the existence of gravity. Honestly, the “clean, stress-free removal” is a myth, like polite landlords and wrinkle-free linen.

My hack? Shower removal. Just do it in the shower. Gravity, mess, existential dread—all handled in one tile-lined arena. If you’re feeling ambitious, bear down a little before removal to nudge the disc lower (think: mild internal pep talk). Pinch the front rim gently to avoid the dreaded blood tsunami, and keep the disc as level as your will to live.

If you’re not home? Wet wipes, dark underwear, and a sense of fatalism. You’ll get better at it, but “mess-free” is a fantasy—embrace the chaos.

Anyone who says otherwise is lying, or they own stock in stain remover.

Ah, menstrual discs—a masterclass in humility. Anyone promising you “clean, stress-free removal” is either delusional or selling something.

My actual, mortal-woman advice? 
Do it in the shower. Seriously. The mess is contained, stains are someone else’s problem (unless you own the tiles). Before you remove it, bear down a little so the disc sits lower. Then pinch the front rim—gently, unless you’re into jump scares—and keep it as level as you can on the way out. Still looks like a crime scene? Congratulations, you’re normal.

Not at home? 
Wet wipes, dark underwear, and a vague sense of resignation. You’ll get better with practice, but “mess-free” is a myth. Embrace chaos, or invest in a good stain remover.

Anyone who says otherwise is lying. Or their bathroom lighting is just really forgiving.