A tragic side to being a woman

If you've left your wordly side and an angel offers you the chance to return to life, whatever you do, don't come back female.

If ever there were a hard done by section of our species, it's the female gender,

which only an hour or so ago, I had confirmed at about 40,000 hysterical decibels.

For women, girls, we should have an annual international females' day where every female of whatever age is awarded a handsome present, say five thousand smackeroos or so, not that even that would be sufficient compensation.

My concern here is over menopause, though the gender suffers much else besides. However, a woman in the grip of the change of life is what I have just witnessed – almost an hour of it.

I was invited to visit a friend for a social afternoon tea.

I knew the host some years ago. What a pleasant, calm, generous, hospitable, and very attractive soul she was.

Our host's in her late forties now. We were chatting and sipping tea when she suddenly presented the worst example of menopause suffering I have ever seen.

Tearing off her clothes

She leaped up from the sofa and began tearing off her clothes.

She cried out that she was 'on fire'. Moments later, she was physically shivering from 'the cold'. The clothes were hastily returned.

She launched into a speech filled with criticism, almost hate …
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