Comparison of how today's young women approach using "sanitary hygiene products" to how I did in the 70's

When I was in junior high school, I carried my "sanitary pad" in a brown lunch bag to disguise what I had in there. One time, this stupid kid named Tom grabbed my lunch bag and started taunting me with it as I tried to grab it. I distinctly remember feeling absolutely mortified and terrified that, if he opened the bag, I would be utterly humiliated. Now that I think of it, he handed it back to me rather sheepishly, perhaps due to my obvious over-reaction that he had taken my lunch for a moment. Wait, that was actually kind of sweet. [Pause to Google Tom. Oh my goodness, he's the board chairman of a foundation that funds college scholarships for first generation, low-income students. Good Tom, Nice Tom; my junior high buddy...] My youngest daughter -- whom I gave birth to at age 44, so there is quite a gap there -- readily speaks up even with her brothers at the table to announce she has to go change her tampon. I still fidget a little when she does this, but I'm proud that she treats a natural bodily need as what it is, instead of some shame-producing phenomenon...