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The only Kotaku staffers who know much first hand about periods are Eliza and Crecente. Thanks to one of the true mysteries of evolution, and after the fashion of women who have lived together for a long time, Eliza and Crecente's menstrual cycles have co-aligned at the same phase of the moon. Unfortunately, that day's today, in which Ashcraft, McWhertor and I flee Kotaku Tower to avoid the hysterical shrieking and weepy temper tantrums that have become so ubiquitous with the end of every 28 day cycle.
So unfortunately, I can't really ask either of them whether or not a maxipad is really the wisest sanitary device to wear when doing some Space Center 5 style dancing. A lifetime of watching tampon commercials would leave me to believe that meeting Aunt Flo deep behind enemy lines is the best strategem when spreading your legs far apart and shaking your pelvis back and forth on the dance floor. Still, what do I know? After a youth spent in the throes of some truly mind melting drugs, the only part of my body that leaks is my ear when I tilt my head slightly to the right or left.
