WHEN I WAS 10 years old and the public health nurse taught my classmates and me all about puberty, I came home brimming with excitement over news of menstruation and erections and growing up.
When my mother told me I’d be dealing with periods until my 50s, I was devastated. I thought it was temporary, like growth spurts. I calculated how much money it would cost to keep up with this sort of hygiene, and the math was staggering.