If you are a guy, go ahead and stop reading. Seriously. Stop.
It took me three months to work up the nerve to use the Diva once I bought it. Each month, I would take it out of the little purple pouch and contemplate my readiness for this new venture. Then I would quietly put it back into the little purple pouch. Now I’m several months into the experience. Let me say this: It was only my love for the environment that kept me on the diva path. I added up the cost savings of not buying tampons and well, it wasn’t super significant. It isn’t that the diva is horrible. No. But the learning curve was steeper than I expected. And I was mightily skittish about the process. My imagination sometimes gets a little out of control. I had a few vivid images involving my uterus and suction dancing in my head. The first time, I had to call a friend to talk me through it (ok, more than just the first time). Still, each month, I feel a little more comfortable using it. Really, it isn’t bad. Sorry about that image of suction.
The diva: one more tiny way to decrease my footprint and lower the amount of chemicals entering my body. Check that one off my list.
I was also excited to see a full page diva ad in Scott’s Outside magazine.
Inexplicable Ways 