This is insane. Plain insane yet completely in line with what the Left/Big Government supporters always do: pushing for more control, more dependence on the State and more taxes, while pretending it’s for a humanitarian cause.
“It’s a backup plan I always know is there,” she says. “I don’t need to worry about having money on me. Even if it’s only 25 or 50 cents.”
Yes, you don’t have to worry about having money on yu, because someone else is paying for you. We pay, so you don’t have to.
Reality check: nothing is free. And no woman “needs” tampons (I have never used them and I’m 31, mother of 2, pregnant with 1). A woman may WANT tampons, in which case, she should pay for them herself. I have no problems with a charity group working to provide homeless women tampons, if that’s what they choose to do, voluntarily. Christian charities have been helping the people in need for the longest time. I have a problem with you expecting me to pay for your choices.
A girl actually had the gall of saying this:
“Having to leave class and worry about going around, asking for a tampon, or going to the nurse to wait to get what I need — all of that takes away from my education.”
Tampons are a human right! No they’re not! What’s next? Free cell phones for everybody?
My bad. I hadn’t realized we live in the USSR.
And then there is Madame Clinton, who’s always ready to pretend she cares about women, when it brings her votes.
Women’s health is an economic issue: Every woman deserves access to affordable menstrual products. Bravo, New York. http://nyti.ms/28OYuyj
New York Makes History, with Tampons and Pads
Menstrual products will be available where they are desperately needed.
My grandmothers didn’t even have pads. They would use rags and wash them by hand (no washing machines either) in the bathtub every day, at that “stigmatized” time of the month – or rather, when the house they were living at had water and a bathroom, which only happened later on, when they were grown ups. And that was Italy in the Fifties.
“There are always a number of prostitutes in the square (…). Overnight one of these women had been lying on the ground crying bitterly, because a man had gone off without paying her fee, which was sixpence. Towards morning they do not even get sixpence, but only a cup of tea or a cigarette.”
G. Orwell, “Diaries”