That’s the first thing that came to mind when I saw this ad. I didn’t even know they made Tampax back when the world was black and white.
Frankly, I wouldn’t discuss any aspect of reproductive health with this angel of mercy. She gives me the willies.
Besides “Tampax” sounds like the latest SSRI antidepressant.
(Insert own Prince of Wales joke here. No pun intended.)
Yes, the rectums of the world are clamoring for attention.
I had a 94-year-old in one bed and an 8-month-old in the next bed. Both were having evacuation problems that made Hurricane Katrina look like a precision drum corps. Both had eaten yams at their last meal.
I suggest that all yams be sold with a complimentary Dulcolax suppository attached. It’s a lot cheaper than paying for an ER visit to have someone shove tap water up where the sun don’t shine.
But wait! It’s our friend, Beulah France, RN! Of New York! She of the toilet paper and Wheaties ads! She’s baaaaaack. And she’s discussing bowel habits again.
Which means that some people are “FOS” all the time.
Like we needed an expert to tell us that….