sitting barely awake at my computer trying to ingest very hot coffee with the today show playing behind me on the tv in my bedroom. you know, that tune-in/tune-out thing that you do … fact is, i barely watch tv anymore. i basically listen to it. i have always liked the chatter behind me while i work or write. much different that sitting in a noisy office with loud voices. my ears perk up at a segment on relationships between teenage daughters and their moms. tada! and it comes down to the usual bibble-babble: you’re alike; you’re not alike; you have/had similar experiences separated by generations. blah blah blah. then the talking-head-promoting-book-man says: [paraphrasing here] the issue is that the both people in the relationship are essentially ‘estrogenic beings’ and when one has levels that might be up, the other might be down.
but what happens when one is essentially brewing with estrogen (most obviously teenage daughter) and one is … well, not. mine was the estrogen gone bezerk. and the reward for that is the path to an estrogen-free existence. basically being turned into a happy eunuch. happy to be alive, to be here. definitely deprived of that essential hormonal olive-oil that drives my essential femininity. in many ways i’m happier at a more base level that i knew how to be for many years – perhaps the booby prize (pun intended!!!!) for surviving not only breast cancer but all the treatments and the long recovery. on another level, i have no sex drive, thin hair and a sense that i am out of touch with some of the more intimate emotions of the heart that come from being an estrogenic being. hmmmm. i wonder what the talking-head-promoting-book-man would say about all of that. no matter what he researches or intellectually justifies, i sincerely doubt that he understands what it means to be an estrogenic being turned into a happy eunuch.