They have decorated the tampon machine. Hung some garland around it and put a little table under it with a little nativity scene on top. 

How the hell did this come up in the decoration committee meeting (no doubt filled with middle-aged women with little girl names)?

“You know what we could do? Add a little festivity to the tampon-gettin’ area! Sure would put the gals in the holiday spirit. Every time they pee or poop. And they could say a little prayer to the plastic baby Jesus in his plastic baby crib when they need a tampon.”

Bah humbug, I scream. On the inside.

Speaking of bah humbug, Indianapolis has officially become the city to fight all happiness. In addition to creating the hell that is Washington Street on the West side, they have now prohibited all smiles in BMV pictures.

I couldn't be happier.