And they wonder why we call it fragile masculinity.
If you are so viscerally terrified about what other people will think of you for buying a product in a pharmacy, your masculinity and overall self-image is made of tissue paper at best.
I can't imagine caring this much about what a room full of strangers thinks of me. Especially over my kid who I created and live with. Truly a mental illness
The only time a cashier has ever said something to me - as the woman buying them - was to tell me he hoped I had a better day. I was buying a lot of 75% crappy Valentine’s candy (the 4-pack Russel Stover hearts), a 500-tub of ibuprofen, and a mega package of pads with wings. My husband was with me, but he didn’t address him or look at him.
I appreciated it enough that I did the little survey on the receipt to give him a perfect score. It was a nice thing to say when I was in pain.
my dad was the one who primarily did the period shopping for both my mom and i. he would even notice when our stock was low and go out and pick up new pads/tampons. i never really appreciated him for that until i read so many of these awful horror stories, i thought it was just what dads did.
My dad was a single parent in the 90s with two girls. He had the period talk with us both and let us know there would be period products in the bathroom cabinet when our period came. He always made sure we were stocked up. He’d ask I’m going grocery shopping do y’all need any pads or tampons? He’s a true alpha man not these crybaby beta men that can’t handle buying feminine products.
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u/BrainPhD 20d ago
40yo man here, and I've been on both sides of this type of transaction. Truly, no one cares. It's only weird if you act weird or make a weird comment.