This is an actual letter from an Austin woman sent to American company  Proctor and Gamble regarding their feminine products. She really gets rolling  after the first paragraph. It's PC Magazine's 2007 editor's choice for best  webmail-award-winning letter.
Dear Mr. Thatcher,
I have been  a loyal user of your 'Always' maxi pads for over 20 years and I appreciate many  of their features. Why, without the LeakGuard Core or Dri-Weave absorbency, I'd  probably never go horseback riding or salsa dancing, and I'd certainly steer  clear of running up and down the beach in tight, white shorts. But my favorite  feature has to be your revolutionary Flexi-Wings. Kudos on being the only  company smart enough to realize how crucial it is that maxi pads be aerodynamic.  I can't tell you how safe and secure I feel each month knowing there's a little  F-16 in my pants.
Have you ever had a menstrual period, Mr. Thatcher?  Ever suffered from the curse'? I'm guessing you haven't. Well, my time of the  month is starting right now. As I type, I can already feel hormonal forces  violently surging through my body. Just a few minutes from now, my body will  adjust and I'll be transformed into what my husband likes to call 'an inbred  hillbilly with knife skills' Isn't the human body amazing?
As Brand  Manager in the Feminine-Hygiene Division, you've no doubt seen quite a bit of  research on what exactly happens during your customers monthly visits from 'Aunt  Flo'. Therefore, you must know about the bloating, puffiness, and cramping we  endure, and about our intense mood swings, crying, jags, and out-of-control  behaviour. You surely realize it's a tough time for most women. In fact, only  last week, my friend Jennifer fought the violent urge to shove her boyfriend's  testicles into a George Foreman Grill just because he told her he thought Grey's  Anatomy was written by drunken chimps. Crazy!
The point is, sir, you of  all people must realize that America is just crawling with homicidal maniacs in  Capri pants... Which brings me to the reason for my letter. Last month, while in  the throes of cramping so painful I wanted to reach inside my body and yank out  my uterus, I opened an Always maxi-pad, and there, printed on the adhesive  backing, were these words: 'Have a Happy Period.'
Are you fu*ing kidding  me? What I mean is, does any part of your tiny middle-manager brain really think  happiness - actual smiling, laughing happiness is possible during a menstrual  period? Did anything mentioned above sound the least bit pleasurable? Well, did  it, James? FYI, unless you're some kind of sick S&M freak girl, there will  never be anything 'happy' about a day in which you have to jack yourself up on  Motrin and Kahlua and lock yourself in your house just so you don't march down  to the local Walgreen's armed with a hunting rifle and a sketchy plan to end  your life in a blaze of glory.
For the love of God, pull your head out,  man! If you just have to slap a moronic message on a maxi pad, wouldn't it make  more sense to say something that's actually pertinent, like 'Put down the  Hammer' or 'Vehicular Manslaughter is Wrong', or are you just picking on  us?
Sir, please inform your Accounting Department that, effective  immediately, there will be an $8 drop in monthly profits, for I have chosen to  take my maxi-pad business elsewhere. And though I will certainly miss your  Flex-Wings, I will not for one minute miss your brand of condescending bull  sh*t. And that's a promise I will keep. Always.
Best,
Wendi  Aarons
Austin , TX
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