I’ve been thinking about the end of the world a lot lately. Perhaps, it is because I looked at all 4 seasons of Fear The Walking Dead within two weeks. The shows that showcase the crashing of civilization like my book The Last Love Story all leave out the real struggle. Why am I now thinking about storing up pads and tissue? Could it be because it is that time of the month, or is it because one of these days a horde of females might need these goodies to save the world.
There’s always one thing missing when writers talk about the end of the world in regards to women. To be fair, I have been there too. Sometimes we leave out the real stuff. You are writing this story and you want to show this woman as a bad ass, but you don’t want to show the real side of being a woman. So, we leave out the talk about periods and the reactions they have on our body.
I think back to my two novellas dealing with end of the world stuff and not once do I mention cramps, pads, or cramping so horribly that you can barely walk. If the world ended this week, I would be done for. There would be no walking ten miles, picking up pikes or bursting through houses. I would be chocolate covered zombie food with a hint of salt. I promise book three will have periods and the fear of running out of tissue because that is the struggle. Walking into the bathroom discovering a lack of tissue has never been so scary.
AMC/Fear The Walking Dead, make one of those boxes have pads or tampons to give us hope. We can’t be destined for a future of no sanitary items, or could we?
