I'll be honest with you, April Fools' Day is my least favorite holiday. I've never understood the appeal of making a fool out of people who are unwilling participants. One year when I was about seven years old, my mom's "joke" to me was that I was going to be sharing a room with my brother. She told me at breakfast that she and my dad wanted to make an office out of my bedroom so they could work from home, and that I'd be moving into my brother's room.
I. WAS. ECSTATIC. I looked up to my older brother like crazy, and I thought it would be so cool to share a room with him like we were at a permanent slumber party. I voiced my excitement loudly and my mom kind of went quiet. My brother started giggling and I didn't know what was going on. My mom finally came over and whispered to me "April Fools'." I felt like an idiot, even though I was only a kid. I know it's a pretty small thing, but I knew from then on I didn't want any part in this April Fools' business.
But my trivial April Fools' problems are nothing compared to millions of women every year who have to endure a common, yet unintentionally painful, gag.