There may be as many gynecological euphemisms in this little musical as there are eggs in the ovaries. Each and every one of them disgusts Tammy, a high-powered advertising exec whose meeting with a feminine hygiene company gets the Groundhog Day treatment after she admits to dodging the red horror and subsequently loses the account. To help her fix everything, Aunt Flo shows up and sends Tammy off to meet her menses past, present, and future. Although Tammy forgets her plan to woo the client with a revolutionary reinvention of the pad just as soon as she confronts her pent-up feelings, I wasn't fazed. There were more than enough cockamamie confessions and hysterical props to tamp any leaks in the plot. --Jena Cutie
Link to the Chicago Reader Review here!
YEAH!
I'll be there to see it on the 14th!