The female body is a complex thing; let's face it guys, if we had to incubate and then spit out a giant lump of meat, we'd be different too. (Don't get me wrong, childbirth is a beautiful thing - which is why we'd like women to keep it)

And so, once a month, they change. Sometimes the change may not even be noticeable; sometimes it comes with them crouched over you in your sleep, holding a cheesegrater to your testicles. Generally, it is somewhere in between, and when the hormones slam the brain of our belived ones into crazy town, things can get a little unbalanced. Arguing, and reason, often can play no part, except to get them madder at us. So we must hide.

PMS Radar was born of a recurring need to remind myself when this time was; it only takes a dozen or so times for us guys to get hit over the head before we learn to watch out for falling branches. The idea was, to make it as invisible as possible to the partners of it's users; pity the man who's girl finds out he's tracking her cycle so blatantly.

So, we use codenames (plausible deniabilty) and obscure warning messages, which you can create or choose from a bunch of stock ones .. an email saying, "This is Johnson's garage, it's time for your regular service" is more discreet than an email screaming, "RUN! The bleeding time is upon us!" or "MENSTRUATION WARNING! Your partner is about to bleed from her vagina!" But, if you prefer that last one, it is an option.

Also remember that there are other ways; this project faltered somewhat when my partner went on a different form of contraceptive pill that almost eliminated PMS. There's a bunch of things that a girl can do to alleviate and reduce the stuff that cause them to lose it - some herbal, some dietary, some chemical. Click here for more on that.

Anyway - PMS Radar. A force for good in a world gone mad. Tell your friends - they need suffer in silence and pain no longer. You'd want them to tell you..