The Impermanence of Change

As a strong believer in the written word, I struggle with Twitter. I am a logophile and for me, there is simply not enough room. Most Twitter users do not share my concern and despite the limited amount of characters, find a way to cause a stir. When Eva Mendes alternately blames track suits and orange crocs for marriage failure, she needs no more than a tweet while for her partner, Ryan Gosling, another tweet suffices to come to her defence. Conciseness is a valuable skill. And perhaps there is a direct correlation between neurotic activity and the new Fingerspitzengefühl?

Reading Angelina Jolie’s op-ed, Diary of a Surgery in the New York Times was of a different caliber. Mrs. Jolie’s writing was clear and moving. Bad news to the point without unnecessary exclamation points.
Mrs. Jolie is a public figure who went public with her private life. This is her choice, as it was her choice to go through with the preventive intervention. The problem with Mrs. Jolie going public is that, despite this being a personal tragedy, medically, her disclosure it is not relevant to more than 99% of women. And thus, Mrs. Jolie has neglected the power of her sharing her tragic, human story. What could have remained private and anecdotal has now become a global health scare.

Science, sensationalism, celebrity and sympathy do not mix well. If we need information on BRCA1 and BRCA2 mutations, there are far better sources than Mrs. Jolie’s op-ed.

Call it menopausal irritability …
“I am now in menopause,” Mrs Jolie says.
And as this The Sydney Morning Herald title “Angelina Jolie: poster girl for menopause?” shows, some people know how to spin a story.
The flood gates have opened. Peri-, pre-, post and current menopausal women are now told they are not ‘dried-up old prunes’. Menopause is suddenly ‘okay’; nothing to be feared. Hell, even Angelina Jolie has it. Mrs. Brad Pitt. Well goodie goodie. The menopause has gained credibility. No longer the m-word, no more sniggering at hot flashes and with a bit of luck, doctors will instead of (or in addition to) grabbing for the HRT prescription pad now take the time and help their patients going through the woes, frustrations and inconveniences of this new, respectable ‘stage of life’.

Irregular menses, hair loss, sleeplessness, night sweats, osteoporosis and joint pains, overweight, irritability, …. no time to lick our wounds.
It is all going to be fine.

As for the maleopause, you nipplecompoops will just have to wait. Somewhere in Hollywood, surely your star is rising too.



 Oh Claire!