This ridiculous non-issue, designed mostly to set women against each other, gets wheeled out with tiresome regularity. Its bloated corpse is reanimated one of two ways: via a bogus “concern for the environment” angle, which is also a non-issue in Australia since the majority of applicator tampons available use biodegradable recycled cardboard applicators), or in a haughty “applicators are weird and for women who are afraid of their bodies” fashion. Years later I am still fuming about Gabrielle chiding Alex in the Secret Life Of Us pilot episode (yes, my rage runs deep), “What, afraid you might have to touch yourself?” when Alex passed her a Tampax. For the last time, everybody together now: PERSONAL. PREFERENCE. It’s your vagina, you choose what you put in or around it. Pads? Tampons? Mooncups? Reusable pads? Sea sponges? No problem! After over a decade of menstruation, I just decided that applicator tampons tended to unwrap in my handbag less often, and were better equipped to soak up my monster periods. Your mileage may vary. THE END.
(my personal preference is for gigantic, thick, looooong pads)