I hate it when pantyliners go rogue.
If you are a boy, of course this is not an issue for you. You do have women in your life, though, don't you? Think of it as the women's equivalent of an "adjustment." You know what I am talking about. Your boys are in a position that just is not comfortable so you reach down there and do some rearranging.
Women do The Pantyliner Dance. When first we become aware something is not right down there, we may walk with an extra "oomph" in every other step in an attempt to dislodge that corner of pantyliner that has flipped up and is now attached to our butt cheek. If you see this behavior, please ignore it, as well as the look of terror on our face. That look is the realization that should we succeed in dislodging the errant corner, it could, god forbid, attach itself to something more sensitive, like hair. I know! I'm sorry! But it had to be said.
The Hair Debacle is our worst nightmare in the pantyliner department, second only to a rogue pantyliner somehow dislodging itself completely and working its way down the leg of our pants to deposit itself on the floor in the middle of an important social networking event. Or while at grandma's.
"Wings" on pantyliners do not help. They simply provide more sticky surface available for attachment to sensitive body parts.
Eventually we know we have to find a secure location in which to make our repairs. We cannot simply stick our hand down our pants in a public location. Well, I suppose we could but that would not be ladylike. Nor would it be acceptable public behavior. Can you imagine? "Woman arrested for sticking hand down pants in The Financial District." The humiliation.
My nose runs all year long, too. Why must we leak?
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