Tampon shopping is enough to confound the most thoroughly modern man, mainly because he just can't go with the flow. By MIKE WILLS
However, and it's a mighty big however, in spite of decades of gender sensitivity training, there remains a single zone of serious discomfort in the retail experience for me. To be precise it's on the left, halfway down the second section of aisle six in my local Pick 'n Pay. The board reads 'Female Hygiene' and the shelves are stacked with sanitary towels. Whenever the word 'tampons' appears on The List, usually because my wife has assumed she will be doing the shopping, my lips will brazenly utter 'no problem' while the rest of my body screams, 'big problem!' This is like going into a Gobi desert sandstorm without a GPS. I will have no clue where I am or what I am looking for.