Clearly I am not living right, since the last thing I want to do when I have my period is don a white spa robe and get a facial. I’d like to know what she’s drinking. Green tea? An apple mojito? I’ll bet her feet are soaking, too.
I still heart Publix, though. You’ve got to love the marketing minds behind this attempt to make Aunt Flo a glamorous sort of girl who doesn’t suffer from cramps or pre-menstrual “I SAID IT’S TIME TO BRUSH TEETH!” please Lord let the girls go to bed by 9 p.m. syndrome. And I don’t have the embarrassing urge to hide this fashionable box in my cart under a jumbo bag of potato chips because it looks like a box of green tea or some soothing chamomile eye pads or something stylish and spa-like.