Reminder: Pill. A notification I was all too familiar with, having received it at 6pm daily for the past eight years. Through high school, to graduating and moving to Russia, to moving back to Australia and changing my degree for the fourth time, the pill remained the only constant throughout my turbulent adolescence and early adulthood.
We talk about banning straws to reduce plastic—but the average pad can be made up of 90% plastic, meaning one pad can contain as much plastic as four plastic bags. Keeping that in mind, approximately 20 billion menstrual products are dumped yearly in the U.S. alone. It’s a curious thing that menstrual products aren’t often included in the discussion, despite the ludicrous amount of environmental damage both the creation and disposal of them causes.
The number of women killed on our streets and in our homes is incredibly alarming. Coupled with recent university incidents, it has evoked fear in many. How do we stay safe? What is Monash doing to help out?
While my brother played footy, I made daisy chains on the sidelines. While the boys at school kicked the ball, the girls dangled from monkey bars. They played Jack in the Pack while we did cartwheels. No ever told us we couldn’t play footy but no one ever told us we could either. I always wanted to play but the only way was to join the boys’ team and be the token tomboy. So instead I choose (and loved) basketball and became a Fremantle fan for life.