my ani difranco hoodie.

my absolute favorite hoodie on the planet is my ani difranco hoodie. it's black with the righteous babe records symbol on the front. it has gone almost everywhere with me since i was 24.

little did i know that i would one day use it towards such a feminist cause.

i was sitting for a couple of hours on a *white chair* in a coffee house when i discovered that i was bleeding on, no, more like flooding the chair. my period was out of control. it was like i was hemorraghing. there were plenty of people swarming around, and the chair was right next to the bar, and there was no way i could discretely get up from the chair and not have people notice *the huge red stain* in the middle. plus, the bartenders know me personally and saw that i had been sitting in that chair for hours.

mortified does not even come close to describing this public experience of bleeding non stop. so i brainstormed some escape scenarios as i continued to flood the chair.

a) have the bartender bring me a glass of red wine and spill the wine all over the place
b) text a friend (but of course my cell phone was in the car)
c) flag down the female bartender and tell her i need a towel right away
d) cover the seat with my ani difranco hoodie

not wanting to create a scene and further embarrass myself, i chose d. i unzipped my ani difranco hoodie, slid it down over the chair, and got the hell out of that coffee house. ani d. saved the day.

on the drive home, i was so upset about losing my favorite hoodie and thought i would not be able to show my face in that coffee house for a long time. but i have some of the greatest friends, and amber bravely covered for me and marched right up to the bartenders the following night and said that she had left her ani difranco hoodie on the white chair and did they have it?

it was in their lost and found box.

i did get my favorite hoodie back and have worked up the nerve to return to the coffee house. the white chair looks as good as new. someone took care of it. i don't know who.