menopause

I never noticed before that menopause is such an accurate name. Because you really do feel like you are on a MEN - O - PAUSE. It could be the political climate or just hormones but in general I feel that all men suck. There are of course exceptions. Almost all of the men in my life I do adore. But I feel most interactions with men (especially older white men) just suck and end in me wanting to kick them in the nuts.

 Girrrrrrl Power! Me and Margo.

But I digress...
I just had a lot of lab work done and amongst other things (that I'll write about when I know more) I discovered that I am post-menopausal. At the very very tail end of menopause. Meaning my ovaries still sometimes kick some estrogen my way (lucky me) but in general I'm an official crone.

Welcome to the crone club Antoinette.
I told my son that I guess it means I can hex people now?

It's interesting because since my birthday almost three months ago now, I've been very much feeling myself transitioning into another space. Going through a liminal phase if you will. These labs confirm what I was feeling. Myself permanently saying goodbye to the motherhood phase of life and hello to being a crone.

 Back in the pool and loving it.

I find it so interesting and powerful that my sisters and I are very much the archetype for the Goddess in her triple form. The maiden, mother and crone. Look out when we get together.

I strongly feel my crone-ness is something to celebrate. Back when I first started menstruating a million years ago my mother took me and a friend out to dinner. Now I think we need to repeat the festivities.

Many women feel the sting of lost youth profoundly. I will never miss it. Being older and wiser comes with many gifts. I've had an eventful life and I don't mind if my face and body show it. Yes, I'll still color my hair from time to time. But that's more for art than it is chasing youth. I don't care how old I look in any way. It saddens me that so many women do.

I feel my new phase of life opening up to me and I welcome it gladly, thrilled that I've lived this long to reach such a milestone. 

Living my best life after a much needed trip to the bookstore.

I intuitively started buying myself flowers every Tuesday when I take my son to Trader Joe's. I think in a way I knew that I was worth celebrating. And why wait for a man to do something for you when you can do it yourself? MEN-O-PAUSE.

Substance

I watched the bizarre movie The Substance yesterday. Although I can say I absolutely hated the ending, I did like the political commentaries that it brough to light. 

The beautiful Demi Moore and very young Sarah Margaret Qualley in The Substance.

The invisibility of women as we age (a good thing in my opinion.) The pressure on women to keep looking as young as possible. The self hatred that our beauty based culture can inflict on women. The disgusting men everywhere, seemingly endless amounts of them, who objectify women. "Beautiful girls smile" leers one man to a young girl, trying to get her to smile. An experience I had in my youth more than once.

A powerful scene where Demi Moore wipes away the makeup she just spackled on.

I enjoyed how powerful and decisive the main character became as she aged. No spoilers here, but the movie dug through the old myth of the maiden, the mother and the crone in a unique way. 

As a crone myself I found that very empowering. To own your "crone-ness" and to hell with everything and everyone else. Men don't like us because we now know all their tricks. How vapid and lurid most of them are. Not all men of course, but that's the general vibe honestly. And when a man's partner turns into a crone I think he becomes a bit fearful. Not a bad thing. Keeps him on his toes.

Disability is another challenge that makes one invisible. Although those who do see us are shockingly helpful and friendly. I realized the other day as I used my wheelchair how much people try and go out of their way to be friendly to me. Not when I use my rollator strangely enough. Then maybe I'm just an "old woman" instead of a "disabled woman?" It feels strange to transition between these worlds at will. 

I'll be honest. I do miss my grey hair. I feel ready to embrace my crone-ness and start kicking some butt. 

Time to shave my head again!

Hair is such a big deal for women. And men too. It's a symbol of a woman's sex appeal. Her virility and sensuality. Women spend insane amounts of time and money on their hair. I bet you could buy a house by the time the average woman dies with what is spend on hair care. Men do too of course, but really not to the extent of women.

Me right after this picture was taken.
"Mooooooom. Will you shave my head for me?"

Some of it is cultural of course. The hair salon becomes a sacred "Third Space." Especially if you're having a very long process done like a weave or braids. I can't think of a time in history where women weren't plucking, dying, shaving, braiding, fucking with their hair. I wonder why? Did you know ancient women used sharp sea shells to shave their hair? And Roman prostitutes bleached their hair blonde with donkey urine.

Different hair colors also have different meanings. Right? The flirty, ditsy blonde. Serious, mysterious brunette, fiery temperamental red head. Fascinating.

Post swim and shave

I have enjoying playing with my hair in the past. Different colors and looks. But frankly now that I'm older I just feel so over it all. Over the time, fuss, money, energy, supplies... all of it. 

I really love the look of a buzz cut. To me it "means business." I find it so sexy when a woman has a buzz cut, no matter the age. Men too. There's a Viking sex appeal to it for me. And oh my God is it easy and cool. Feeling the breeze on your scalp is a pleasure everyone should enjoy at least once in their life. 

Speaking of. I love to rub my hand on a shaved head. So do most people. The most common question I get when I buzz my hair is "can I touch it?" And if I know you, then sure! Rub away.

The A/C hitting my head during the summer heat feels AMAZING!

A woman with a shaved head says "don't fuck with me." She's a bad ass who doesn't care what people think. Even if it's from chemo or alopecia, that woman is a warrior. She's down for a battle and is fighting every second.

Whoa...

Maybe that's one of the reasons I do it? Maybe I'm showing people that I'm fighting every second of my life. That my mitochondrial disease has forced me to be a warrior. I had no choice. It makes my invisible battle visible in a way. Hmmmmm. I'll have to think on that some more. While I rub my "fuzzy chick head" as my husband calls it.

Keep Calm and Fight!

So the world imploded last week.

Again...

First Trump won the Presidency in 2017. We had him keeping the seat warm till 2021. Now we're in for him again. Both times he ran against women. The first time he lost the popular vote. Or as I like to think of it the "real" vote. The second time he won "for real" with the majority of America preferring a narcissistic dictator to a woman of color. Of course they did. No surprise there. Women of color are valued the least in this country.

Vice President Kamala Harris.

I really wish she was our new President.

I was crushed, then enraged. Disgusted with every single person who voted for him. I grieved for what could have been under a more liberal, collaborative leader. 

Now I'm just sick and tired of women being treated like trash. Of course there are other parts of the world that are much worse. But on average I do not feel like women are valued at all.

Like a phoenix I'm rising from despair into action. Women's causes are now my number one interest. I'm taking my time to consider where my help would be most impactful, but I am planning on actively working for the greater good of women. 

August 26,1920 Women are given the right to vote.
Not very long ago

Will that be a support group for disabled women? For mother's of special needs offspring? Volunteering at Planned Parenthood? Working for reproductive rights, equal pay and other women's causes? I'm not quite sure yet. My time is limited, so I want to make sure I'm making the greatest impact possible with what skills I have.

Maybe even just a women's only support group where we de-stress and share? A women's circle.

Hmmmm, that has potential.

Looking "Sick" and "Tired"

Friday evening my husband and I had a spontaneous walk through a beautiful rose garden. It was the same day I found out I would need to be job hunting again and my spirits were a little low. There is nothing like the touch, smell and sight of nature to heal your soul. I always feel so revived after a little time in nature.

But there was something that struck me:

Before - Friday night

I'm sure my husband would disagree, but in reviewing our pictures that we took I had one thought running through my mind. "Who is that sick, tired looking woman!?" Even in the best picture that he took I thought "That's accurate and looks just like me, but I don't like looking like that."

So part of that is out of my control of course. But fortunately since I'm a woman and my culture supports (nay, ENCOURAGES) me to change my appearance whenever I wish I have many tools at my disposal. The most obvious choice was to dye my hair.

Weapon of choice

I go back and forth (and back and forth) on coloring my hair or not. I'm lucky to be in a field where not only do I not have pressure to look a certain way, but looking older actually adds wisdom and credibility to the things I say. I also hate beauty routines for the sake of just doing them. Conformity. Feeling like I "HAVE" to do something to myself on a regular basis. Coloring you hair can easily become something you feel like you HAVE to do and I hate that. 

I also admire women who don't color their hair. I consider it to be a very feminist act of rebellion in our "youth obsessed" culture where women aren't allowed to age or look their age.

BUT... on the other hand... I also felt like my body wasn't really my friend right now. That I was showing outward signs of a losing battle. I felt I looked much older than what I really am and that frankly I looked "sick." As I said, I need to be job hunting and I really want to look and feel my best! I want to feel pretty and confident and not look like I just really want to crawl back into bed (even if I feel that way.)

So yes. I decided to color my hair.

After

I went with a color as close to my natural color as I could get. I like the look of dark hair, light skin and blue eyes. I also didn't want anything TOO dark as that's pretty high maintenance. I'm a DIY kind of girl. I HATE spending money at a salon and having people talk at you for hours only to pay 100x as much as you would if you just did it yourself. 

And yes, I am aware of the hypocrisy that I'm trying to cut out chemicals, but then I go and dye my hair. What can I tell you. I'm an impulsive enigma. You know what though? I do feel better! I was very happy with how it came out. It was just what I hoped for. I feel prettier and subsequently healthier. My hair also looks thicker and like I have more of it. That's a big deal for someone with Hypothyroidism. 

I'm glad I acted impulsively. I'm glad I listened to what I wanted in the moment, even if it seemed counter-productive to my health (dousing myself in chemicals.) I hope it will give me a confidence boost to land my next job.

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Are you wondering why I never show my face? The governing body that regulates my profession dictates that if I share anything personal about myself. Even on a personal blog. Be it my full face or name. Then I have to provide a ton of other information that I really don't want to be made public. I also don't want one of my clients accidentally stumbling on my blog. It's a personal place to share and vent and I hope it is helpful to others. If I were you, I'd be wondering why, so I thought I'd share my reasons.