EVERY so often a woman somewhere in the world gets oodles of publicity by banging on about the havoc her menstrual cycle plays with her life – and the lives of those closest to her.
These women bleat on and on about PMS – that would be pre-menstrual syndrome, for those of you biologically blessed with a cramp-and bloat-free existence – the atrocities they have committed while in the throes of PMS, and what they are doing to combat the problem. (I once tried yoga to beat my own PMS symptoms. Take it from me that the highly recommended Moola Bandha practice has nothing to do with going to Mooloolaba and stuffing your face with fresh prawns!)
Frankly, I think this public PMS bleating does two things. It makes men more convinced that the whole subject is “icky” and best avoided, and it makes all us other women look bad.