Warning: the following entry makes broad, sweeping, possibly bullshit assumptions about women, and may as well be avoided by boys.
Women close to my age can be divided into 2 groups. Tampon or Pad. Among the tampon users, we are each fairly loyal to our own preferred "type", mainly the flower shaped, plastic applicator Playtex, the cylindrical/cardboard applicator Tampax, and the earth friendly/no applicator OB. I'm not a pad user, never have been, so I'll skip making assumptions about them.
Most of the women I know who use OB tend to have a streak of crunchy granola running through them, either that or they just really like to get their fingers involved in the process. Space in the purse might also be a consideration. I don't know of any specific personality issues related to the Tampax vs. Playtex side of things, except to say that we are all very set in our ways when it comes to this... I don't know of woman who switches back and forth, but feel free to share!
You may be wondering why I've been thinking about this so much lately? Well, the last period I had was around May 10th of last year. So that is more than a year without a period. Yet another indicator of how deathly ill I have been, I guess? So where is it now? I guess I don't weigh enough or something. I am holding at 120 right now, and struggling to get back up to 125 when I really need to be at least 135. What a fucked up thing, to be struggling to GAIN weight.
So regarding the period. I don't really miss it. I've certainly had other stuff to deal with and I can't look back and think of a single month in the past year that having it would not have added one more straw to the camel's back. However, at nearly 37 years old, it seems a tad early to be done with this phase of my life. On the other hand, I am not in any position to procreate so perhaps I should table this one worry and go obsess on something else.