Thursday, 12 July 2012


Menstrual cramps are the seedling of fear and agony. Impenetrable in their dissimulation, cruel in their vengeance, tenacious in their purposes, unscrupulous as to their methods, animated by profound and hidden hatred for the tyranny of the body, it is as though there exists among them an ever present conspiracy toward domination, a sort of alliance like that subsisting among the torturing of every muscle.

Menstrual cramps are periodic abdominal and pelvic pains experienced by women.

To be born woman is to know, although they do not speak of it at school women must labor to be beautiful.

Dysmenorrhea (or dysmenorrhoea) is a gynecological medical condition of pain during menstruation that interferes with daily activities, as defined by ACOG and others. Still, dysmenorrhea is often defined simply as menstrual pain, or at least menstrual pain that is excessive.

More than half of all menstruating women have cramps.

The cramps are severe in at least one in seven of these women.

Primary dysmenorrhea is common menstrual cramps without an identifiable cause.

Secondary dysmenorrhea results from an underlying abnormality that usually involves the woman's reproductive system.

Non steroidal anti-inflammatory drugs (NSAIDs) are commonly used to treat cramps.

Physical exercise can help alleviate menstrual cramps.
Menstrual cramps tend to improve with age.

The New Women! I could barely recognize them as being of the same kind as ourselves, their buttocks arrogant in tight jeans, openly inviting, breasts falling free and shameless and feeling no apparent obligation to smile, look pleasant or keep their voices low. And how they live! Just look at them to know how! If a man doesn't bring them to orgasm, they look for another who does. If by mistake they fall pregnant, they abort by vacuum aspiration. If they don't like the food, they push the plate away. If the job doesn't suit them, they hand in their notice. They are satiated by everything, hungry for nothing. They are what They choose to be; they are what they worked to be: and now I see them, I really understand why pain lives next door, typically naive, withdrawn and neglected from the knowledge of their kind, being and soul.