Tampon Club

We need to talk about periods more. At 23 Code Street we have an ongoing joke that its not really a conversation unless we’ve talked about them (in fact we even have a designated emoji for it… Cue the Japanese ogre). However in the everyday its a subject that a lot about it goes unsaid, unless someone is making a snarky comment about that time of month.

I read a post on Medium by 23CS teacher Jenny Brennan describing ‘We have an office problem. Period.’ and it sent me down a rabbit hole of outrage… Why don’t offices that supply their workers with every edible whim supply sanitary products to staff and visitors? It doesn’t cost that much and it would get a positive reaction. I’ve recently visited both Google and Thoughtworks in London, who supply a selection of tampons and pads – and funnily enough the women I were there with can’t help but talk about it – it’s such a delight to see (like when they pop hairspray in the bathroom at a wedding), when it should be a totally normal occurrence.

From Jenny’s post I discovered tampon.club, a resource for people wanting to engage in a little bit of bathroom activism /courtesy.

Tampon ClubIt’s a call to arms – inspiring people to a) get an official looking container b) gather an initial supply of sanitary products c) make them publicly accessible – in your work’s stalls/bathroom cupboards etc. and d) spread the word.

Here are my efforts – not that it took much to pop into Muji for a container and request some snazzy looking stickers via Twitter:

Tampon Club box

I’m looking forward to seeing how people respond at work to this idea, and of course the conversations it may inspire.

Words Of Wisdom: Collect ‘Em All


Coveting possessions is unhealthy. Here’s how I look at it:

All of the computers on Ebay are mine. In fact, everything on Ebay is already mine. All of those things are just in long term storage that I pay nothing for. Storage is free.

When I want to take something out of storage, I just pay the for the storage costs for that particular thing up to that point, plus a nominal shipping fee, and my things are delivered to me so I can use them. When I am done with them, I return them to storage via Craigslist or Ebay, and I am given a fee as compensation for freeing up the storage facilities resources.

This is also the case with all of my stuff that Amazon and Walmart are holding for me. I have antiques, priceless art, cars, estates, and jewels beyond the dreams of avarice.

The world is my museum, displaying my collections on loan. The James Savages of the world are merely curators. As I am the curator of their things, and thus together we all share the world.

Words from a sage named Pastabagel.

Yoko knows the way

“When I count what’s wrong with my life, I get totally depressed. When I count the good things, I feel like smiling and I do. Then I think, “well, it’s not all that bad.” Life is just a bowl of cherries. But when I see myself smiling in the mirror, I like myself more. Well, life is a roller-coaster. That’s what I now think. Recently, I got a message that I was a king, and I should stop the battle, and appreciate my victory. Well, I should listen to this one. And you, too, my friend. We are all kings. The battle is the battle of goodness winning WORLD PEACE. At all times, find something that makes you laugh. Laughter is the best workout! Chimpanzees are wise to it. Are you?”

— Yoko Ono