Name: Anney T.
Age: 22
Hometown: Southern California
Current location: Brooklyn, NY
Occupation: I work for a company called GoodWood NYC based out of Brooklyn. We sell wooden chains to rappers and kids who love rappers. It's the best job I've ever had. I answer a lot of e-mails and force my co-workers to listen to Justin Bieber all day. Just that one song "Baby", though. Nothing else matters.

Interests: Fake cheese and everything else bad for you.
Dreams: Publish my book of rare, secret, based poetry. Once I do that, I want to get a nice apartment in LA so I can be close to my wonderful family. I want to make sure that all of my younger cousins have a bad influence in their lives.

How long have you used reusable menstrual products?: Just a little over a year now!
Reason for making the switch to reusables: First of all, they cost way less than purchasing tampons every month. Living in New York is not cheap. I never have to worry about having enough tampons or pads everywhere I go; it's just very convenient. Plus, it's a great conversation starter at parties. When my first go to conversation starter "hey, have you ever heard of Lil B?" fails, I move straight to "so, do you use a cup?".

Funny anecdotes, deep thoughts, or anything else you’d like to share: When I lived in Portland, Oregon for a few years, I helped run this music venue called The Artistery. I had this roommate, Kevin, who was/is the most hilarious dude I've ever met. Every week Kevin had some new idea or project he was working on that involved absurdist-type humor and elaborate schemes that were half nonsensical but were 100% the best idea ever. Don't quote me on that though because I'm bad at math. Moving on, Kevin was a bit of a caricature in my eyes for quite some time. It was hard for me to fathom him as a real human being. To me, Kevin was the only evidence of a very cruel higher power who placed him on Earth to taunt the rest of us saying "hey, look at this guy; you will never be as funny, smart or as cool as he is. AND his girlfriend is a total babe (hey rebecca)". Anyway, this all changed one day when I was hanging out at the extension house attached to The Artistery. Kevin was taking a shower and had no idea anyone else was in the house, so he came out wearing nothing but a towel, sans glasses, singing "Crocodile Rock". For the first time in the history of our friendship, I noticed that Kevin had skin (not in a derogatory way) and two tattoos on his ankles (an "equality" sign and an "anarchy sign"; remnants from his days of being 15 and punk). At this point, I had already dropped the book I was reading to watch my friend materialize from a myth to a man. He noticed me sitting there, turned to me and said "oh, hey, Anney" and then proceeded to sit down, still in his towel, and put on his socks.