George W Bush Teaches Feminine Hygene

When, as a man of male traditions, live in a 'House of Estrogen', you learn things you never in your manhood ever wanted to.

What did I learn? Just the strategy for purchase of the correct tampons.

My first encounter here happened years ago, when one of my daughters was a Sophomore in high school. We, meaning just she and I, were at a club volleyball tournament. Where, of course, she sprains her ankle, making it my job to carry her to the car, get her to urgent care, get crutches, etc.

So, after getting the patient treated, I have to stop at the grocery to pick up milk. Only milk.

"Hey! I need tampons!" (She tells me this as she's comfortably seated in the car, unable to enter the store.)

"Fine, what kind?"

That question led to a diatribe of options and numerous brands that all end in 'X'. I was so confused, I walked into the store, to the correct aisle, stared a minute, walked out of the store to the car, and said "pick one brand or we're leaving."

To this day, I don't remember which one she picked.

This happened again... sending clueless me to the store again. I was told about three brands - two good, one bad.

I bought the bad one.

This led to the discussion of my getting lost in the "X"s of Playtex, Kotex and Tempax. I learned the rules... Playtex and Kotex are good, Tampax bad. Which in my dense maleness, only meant I went one letter back.

Then it struck me! There's a slogan here! Tex's good, tax's bad.

And if that doesn't sound like a Bush speech, I don't know Dubya.