Lately I’ve been feeling like The Mother of Dragons, and not in the sexy “Daenerys of the House Targaryen, the First of Her Name, The Unburnt, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Queen of Meereen, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Protector of the Realm, Lady Regent of the Seven Kingdoms, Breaker of Chains and Mother of Dragons”, kind of way…(#RIPGoT). NO, this is more like Godzilla gone mad, indiscriminately bounding around the city, crashing into people’s feelings, setting them ablaze with a fiery tongue and ZERO EFFS TO GIVE. Aside from the fact that people really do have too many feelings, not so deep down I know that it’s not OK to be mean and hurtful. But sometimes it’s JUST SO HARD to be kind and considerate. I mean, the compulsion to “go for the jugular” at any given time may not be rational, but everything about it is PRIMAL.
I appreciated validation of my recent insight as I was reading an excerpt from Darcy Steinke’s relatively new book, Flash Count Diary: Menopause and the Vindication of Natural Life. “Menopause brings the sense of being animal,” she writes. Um, you think? No crap lady, but do go on… Seriously though, I’m half way through the book and for the most part, I’m down with what Darcy’s preaching. We need more voices like hers, so I hope she can help spread the menopause gospel and sell a lot of books.