Listen, I was in an aeroplane the other day and I realised… Well, I… I mean, I’ve been longing to say this out loud. Women are born with pain built in. It’s our physical destiny.
Period pains, sore boobs, childbirth, you know. We carry it within ourselves throughout our lives.
They have to seek it out.
They invent all these gods and demons and things just so they can feel guilty about things, which is something we also do very well on our own.
And then they create wars, so they can feel things and touch each other, and when there aren’t any wars they can play rugby. And we have it all going on in here, inside. We have pain on a cycle for years and years and years and then, just when you feel you are making peace with it all, what happens?
The menopause comes. The fucking menopause comes and it is… the most…most wonderful fucking thing in the world!
And, yes, your entire pelvic floor crumbles and you get fucking hot and no-one cares, but then… you’re free. No longer a slave, no longer a machine, with parts.
You’re just a person in business.
It is horrendous, but then it’s magnificent. Something to look forward to.