I walked up to the counter in the chemist and just my luck there was a girl serving. “Erm… Morning,” I said, “I need some erm… God, this is embarrassing…” “Don’t you worry sir,” she leaned in and whispered reassuringly, “I get this every day!” I smiled back. “Condoms?” she said. “No,” I said. “Suppositories?” she said. No, I said. Tampons? No. Well, it can’t be that embarrassing then, sir, she said with a smile. Paracetamol, I said. Paracetamol? she gave me a puzzled look. $1.99 please. What’s so embarrassing? Then I pulled out my little pink purse.