The Bitterness Blog


The Wisdom of Go-Girl: Don’t Take Life Sitting Down
February 18, 2009, 7:56 pm
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As if it was intended to be a cosmic response to my toilet seat etiquette post, I stumbled upon this gem of an invention today.  I was driving in a cold-suppressant- drug-induced haze through snow and rush hour traffic on my way to work this morning when some talking heads on the radio brought up a new product called GoGirl, an FUD.  The website uses the acronym FUD as though it were something we are all familiar with, but in case you are unenlightened, as was I, it stands for Female Urination Device.  The only FUD I was aware of is the vagina, but I guess I’m old fashioned.  According to the guys discussing it on the radio, the product and it’s website just came out this week, and I thought the timing and the concept of GoGirl  (which as far as I can tell is really just a pink plastic funnel with its own carrying case) were too perfect not to share.  The website is highly amusing and full of fun slogans like the one in the post title, as well as this pearl:  You won’t be like a man; you’ll just pee like one.  I want to meet the marketing genuis behind this, and I also direct any of the aforementioned hoverers and coverers with aim issues to check out this product ASAP.  Apparently it’s all the rage in Europe.

http://www.go-girl.com/what-is-gogirl.asp



DISCLAIMER (and Welcome!)
February 11, 2009, 7:28 pm
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I am currently employed as a receptionist.  As such, I am uniquely situated, both physically and in an abstract sense, at the hub of an office environment, held hostage by the interaction of its drones, where stupidity, arrogance, gossip and laziness meet and congregate on a daily basis.  I say this in the interest of full disclosure, because without this knowledge it may seem unlikely, even impossible, that one girl could be confronted with such a variety and abundance of annoyances.  This is not a blog solely about my job, nor do I mean to suggest that irritations at work are the only instances of aggravation I experience. However, I have come to the conclusion that eight hours a day positioned as the metaphorical garbage disposal for the inane crap spit out by two hundred employees does increase the likelihood of such encounters and has perhaps, over time, made me just a little bit irritable in general.