There's a scene in the film Slums of Beverly Hills where Vivian Abramowitz (played by Natasha Lyonne) inadvertently leaks menstrual blood on a hand-embroidered fancy seat cushion at the home of her father's rich girlfriend. Vivian ducks under the tablecloth to discuss the matter with her cousin, decides to just cover the stain with her napkin and carry on. When the woman discovers the stain, there's a shriek of horror, followed by the whole family being marched out of the house, ending their evening early.
This scene, while hilarious in the movie, was MUCH less funny when it played itself out in my apartment the day after Thanksgiving. The day after anything one hosts is always sort of a nightmare... you think you cleaned everything the night before, only to realize in the light of day that everything is sticky and there are spills and stains everywhere, and you're going to basically have to do the same thorough apartment cleaning that you did in preparation for this get together now that it's over. I accept all that... what I wasn't prepared for was finding a quarter-sized circle of what looked like watery blood on the seat of two chairs and a couch! The location of these marks (on seats) is what makes me suspect it was menstrual. The two chair cushions, which were brand new but from IKEA, I tossed into the recycling without even attempting to clean them; obviously the couch stain had to be worked on. There's something just not right about having to clean someone else's menstrual blood. And I'm thinking about the guests, all of whom are nice people and good friends, and wondering which person would not just ask me for a tampon or a pad? Who was drunk enough to not realize she was --errrm-- leaking? (No one seemed that drunk!)
I ponder this while sitting on my hard wooden chair, sans seat cushion.
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