Pmsing this week…
Biking through the old oak-filled neighbourhoods of Toronto listening to What Was I? by Billie Eillish feeling melancholy and wistful…
And I’ve felt extremely frustrated and shame-y when I’m having trouble being productive.
I’ve loved being alone in a cafe where no one knows my name.
Went to see Barbie a second time and cried through the whole thing and felt so deeply understood by Greta Gerwig…
Learned birth control reduces the pms symptoms… and I felt insanely jealous because fuck unproductiveness…
A part of me still uses productivity as a measure of self-worth even though I rail against it…
These hormones have been and continue to be pathologized…
In a matriarchal society, maybe we’d all sync our cycles and then offices would be closed the week of pms and first days of bleeding…
We’d work more during ovulation and schedule all our social shit then.
“No you can’t have your bday party that week, we’re all fucking bleeding!!”
“And those dates don’t work for the conference… Wait a week and a half and then all the menstruators will give fucking best presentations.”
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Hugssss!
Bryn
PS I wonder if during perimenopause if folks sync at all with others going through a similar stage of perimenopause? Does anyone know?
Hmu if you do!
