Written in response to an article implying that climate change is responsible for hair loss in men.
I’m feeling it: waves of anxiety run through my inners like slow-cutting knives; my golden-orange locks thin out, to make way for razor-blade edges of silver-white; and I’m all clammy, alternately baked hot and frozen cold,
I’m nearly fifty years old.
The menopause?
No, no! Not the menopause – I am far too significant to fall prey to this monster of men! For a start, then I am a woman, so how can this man-beast have anything to do with me?
It doesn’t. Does it?
Look at me (if you really have to), and you will see:
- the tidal waves of an Indian Ocean tsunami
- the orange trees of your last Spanish getaway
- the grey sludge of car tyres in snow
- the roasties from your freezer, reheated
If not the menopause, then what exactly is it? What kind of a man-beast eats away at my soul?
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, 10th October, 2019
Image adapted from Khusen Rustamov of Pixabay