I would be in a position to really pitch a fit - I have had too many dumbass males in my life tell me all sorts of ignorant shit, starting from awful comments about being "on the rag" every time I showed any kind of strong emotion, menstruating or not, being told I am refused participation in family swim outings (for a real example) because I would bleed all over the place, right up to that oldie-but-goodie: it is all in my head. The day that crapola ended was the day I passed out cold in the checkout line at the grocery store, sheet-white, cold-skinned, and thoroughly unconscious, in front of one of the worst of the before-mentioned ignorant-ass males, literally while attempting to pay for a box of Tampax. Huh.
I do not need anyone to kiss my overly-sensitive posterior - just take me seriously when I tell you I am really out of joint for a day. The fact that it can be generally predicted on the calendar, or is shared by females everywhere, doesn't magically make it any easier.
Sigh. Now can we all go somewhere together for a steak?