I Don't Convey...

...things very well in the dawn of a new day, when my head is still filled with the gobblins of a night of mischievious slumber. But, don't worry your weary heads about it. This will not be pretty. What has provoked my colonic ire you might ask? This. Not the author herself. I like her. The hormone thing I don't. I understand that women have these issues and it pretty much screws up the innards. Men have them as well. They just don't know they do. I take DIM. It's a natural estrogenic that is supposed to help with the wayward estrogens in a man who has PCa. It's turned me into a freaking eunuch like creature. But I know who the hell I am and I ain't gonna go on about all sorts of shit that happens and blame it on the HO-MONES. I control what I say and what I think. I lived with that for ten years. Not me, the X. Every fucking day for two weeks out of the month it was one tirade after another. Same with all her friends. When queried about it the standard response was....PMS. The HO-MONES. It got worse through the years as menopause was setting in. In her mid-thirties. I was the whipping post. Not because I had done anything. Just because I was in the vacinity of the scoundrels that were wreaking jihad on my universe.

If you read the link above, scroll down and read some more. DAMN, this woman can write. And vehemently, I might add. Why is it that when the HO-MONES get out of whack the men-folk end up bearing the brunt of the nuclear fallout? There aren't many days that I feel 'good'. But I don't think I post misogynistic diatribes .

Is there some sort of mutation in the X chromosome that gives them license to lash out at men? I just do not get this. Please explain it to me. I'm a curious individual. When I go to meet my maker I want all the ammo I can have so I can get a reprieve and come back and haunt some people that need it. Help me out here.

UPDATE: Here's a much more radical. view of it. I'm just offering...ya know...