Girl Talk - We Always Hurt The Ones We Love, and What Could Be Funny About That
Whether the cause is menopause or PMS doesn't matter…it's always the same story when hormones rage out of control…an ugly, nasty, rotten, mean, temper tantrum throwing kinda ugly story. Did I say 'mean'? So, why are we laughing so hard?
We're rolling on the ground listening to Ilona talk about how perfectly awful she's just been to her husband. Today it is funny and we can laugh it all off - get 'hysterical', actually. Bent over, grabbing our stomachs in full-blown, can't take it anymore, gut-busting laughter pain, she tells us about how she just took a chunk out of Bob for not arranging the morning coffee mugs and creamer on the counter top 'correctly'.
For Michelle, it was the way he looked at her. Mary simply cannot accept that Mike leaves candy wrappers on the table top. We're looking for tissues and fighting for first dibs on the bathroom when the rest of the sordid tale is revealed. We're laughing at ourselves and each other - and it is just to much.
Apparently, these improper and most certainly unacceptable male habits have been going on since the BEGINNING of TIME and on any given hormone-induced frenzy day it needs to STOP, and NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN, EVER, or by golly, you'll…you'll…you'll…well, um, it needs to stop. There is yelling and redfaced conviction. Things are clumsily hurled. (We always look so silly when we throw stuff, don't we?) Angry, you-don't-understand-me tears flow.
Men will react to the scenes differently, some (absolutely a fatal error) engage, but all the smart men run for cover and wait for the hurricane to pass. If they dare ask what's wrong, or sympathize in any way, it is deemed 'patronizing' and fuels the flame into wildfire status. Eventually, the chaos slides from muttering sobs into a kind of whimpering, exhausted whisper to - yes, yourself. ('Cause, he is NOT listening, if you're lucky, anyway!)
Next day: all's well with the world!
It's a true testimony to just how incredibly cruel we really are when we get such a kick out of telling about how bad we've been during our latest bout of hormone rage. The conversation ends with a few notes of sympathy meant to acknowledge the pain inflicted on the unwitting male victims of these tirades. But, that doesn't last long…it's just about a month, in fact.
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Friday, February 19th, 2010 | Rochester Woman Magazine
by Lindsay FerrinWhether the cause is menopause or PMS doesn't matter…it's always the same story when hormones rage out of control…an ugly, nasty, rotten, mean, temper tantrum throwing kinda ugly story. Did I say 'mean'? So, why are we laughing so hard?
We're rolling on the ground listening to Ilona talk about how perfectly awful she's just been to her husband. Today it is funny and we can laugh it all off - get 'hysterical', actually. Bent over, grabbing our stomachs in full-blown, can't take it anymore, gut-busting laughter pain, she tells us about how she just took a chunk out of Bob for not arranging the morning coffee mugs and creamer on the counter top 'correctly'.
For Michelle, it was the way he looked at her. Mary simply cannot accept that Mike leaves candy wrappers on the table top. We're looking for tissues and fighting for first dibs on the bathroom when the rest of the sordid tale is revealed. We're laughing at ourselves and each other - and it is just to much.
Apparently, these improper and most certainly unacceptable male habits have been going on since the BEGINNING of TIME and on any given hormone-induced frenzy day it needs to STOP, and NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN, EVER, or by golly, you'll…you'll…you'll…well, um, it needs to stop. There is yelling and redfaced conviction. Things are clumsily hurled. (We always look so silly when we throw stuff, don't we?) Angry, you-don't-understand-me tears flow.
Men will react to the scenes differently, some (absolutely a fatal error) engage, but all the smart men run for cover and wait for the hurricane to pass. If they dare ask what's wrong, or sympathize in any way, it is deemed 'patronizing' and fuels the flame into wildfire status. Eventually, the chaos slides from muttering sobs into a kind of whimpering, exhausted whisper to - yes, yourself. ('Cause, he is NOT listening, if you're lucky, anyway!)
Next day: all's well with the world!
It's a true testimony to just how incredibly cruel we really are when we get such a kick out of telling about how bad we've been during our latest bout of hormone rage. The conversation ends with a few notes of sympathy meant to acknowledge the pain inflicted on the unwitting male victims of these tirades. But, that doesn't last long…it's just about a month, in fact.
Email us: girltalk@rochesterwomanmag.com Visit our website: www.rochesterwomanmag.com
You can enjoy the rest of the February Issue on our website
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