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All About the Menz: Douchey Vintage Douche Ads Edition

http://manboobz.com/2013/04/09/all-about-the-menz-douchey-vintage-douche-ads-edition/

[Warpy]

1. Wrong. He's in the process of following his dick out of his marriage

Honestly, it's like they hand men like that a script.

Then idiot companies try to blame the victim.

(I don't know about the script they hand women who follow some guy's dick out of their marriages. I'm sure some men here will enlighten us all. However, the soon to be discarded husbands don't have to put up with shaming adverts like this)

[DURHAM D]

2. aw yes

an early method of birth control

[Sheldon Cooper]

3. Here's my contribution:

Those mother/daughter chats are lovely, aren't they?

[ismnotwasm]

4. I'm glad womanly offenses have so clearly evolved.

Even if the milder products remain.

One thing I'm curious about, but have never looked into is, after an abortion or a miscarriage, there can be a foul odor, which can be either an infection or old blood. Or the odors that come with STD's or some sort of vaginitis. I wonder how many women didn't, or worse still don't realize what they needed was anti-biotics, or the natural cleaning of the body, not a douche?

(If there's a pun in that last sentence, well have at it)

[mzteris]

5. When I was in high school,

I was terrified I would "smell" because my mother DID talk about such things as hygiene and cleanliness. ( but god forbid I doiche,. Oh the horrors -i might injure my hymen and be accused of not being a virgin!!!! But I digress)

Highs school. Smell.

In band, and only band, there was this horrible odor. A decaying horrible smell. Not like BO or anything. But I was absolutely convinced it was me. Why I never thought to wonder why I never smelled it anywhere else, I can't say. But I washed. I scrubbed. I changed my underwear more than once a day. Yet it persisted. Day after day after day. And I was anxious. Humiliated. Embarassed. Even when it wasnt "that time", because I knew, of course, that everyone knew I smelled "like that" because I was a girl.

Then I was moved up a few chairs. No smell. Nothing. And in sectional a few weeks later, I hear the guys, who now sat next to the guy where I used to sit, givining him shit about how bad his feet/shoes stank. I mean they really smelled to high heaven according to these guys.

It was never me. It was the asshole's gd feet/shoes.

But I had been brainwashed. It was me. My fault. My problem. Always, always, no matter what... The girl was to blame. For everything.

It's a gd shame. I'm closer to 60 than 50 now, and I still have that problem. Oh, I talk a good game. Sometimes, I even believe it. But deep down inside, I know. It's my fault. Doesn't matter what it is or why. It's my failure. My flaw. After all, I'm just a woman, how could anyone else ever be to blame?

[Helen Reddy]

6. A sad and great story.

I just have one question.

What instrument did you play? I was first chair trombone.

[mzteris]

9. Trumpet! Nt

[Helen Reddy]

10. Fabulous!

We both tooted our own horn then, didn't we?

[MadrasT]

11. Me too

[Helen Reddy]

7. Say WHAT?!

Women were suppose to spray freaking Lysol on her lady-bits?!

Are. You. Kidding. Me.?



Imagine how much healthier we probably would be without the male, medical machine.

Bring back the witches!

[CrispyQ]

8. OMG! I used Lysol disinfectant to clean my cupboards in a roach infested duplex

I lived in when I was 19. I used rubber gloves so it wouldn't touch my skin. The smell was sickening. Douche with it? No fucking way!

Didn't Napoleon send Josephine a message that he would be home in three days & not to wash?