They were banned from the village? What a great idea. I guess that provides a great argument to support the hypothesis that we’ve stopped evolving…the ancients obviously possessed superior intelligence
Actually, they weren’t banned from the village. They just left to go be with other PMT-ing women so they could eat chocolate-covered acorns and discuss in minute detail how every idiot man in the entire village was incapable of doing anything right, dammit.
See, I wish we still got “banned from the village” during our “time.” Just think about it - for one week a month, lying around with your chick friends, eating chocolate, reading, taking long walks, freedom from back-breaking labor of farming, hunting, and gathering. In this day and age it would mean a trip to the spa.
Are we sure that this wasn’t cooked up by the women? Because it sounds like a win-win situation. Does anyone want to join me in starting a movement?
I had some REALLY REALLY bad PMS this weekend. Long story short, I ended up throwing a tantrum on the phone when I was talking to my boyfriend. I felt really bad afterwords, but I can’t help it when i spazz like that. He ended up rather pissed off at me.
I’m pretty sure he’s still mad at me too.
PMS ruins everything!
I’m glad that you are trying to make things with your girlfriend better. My boyfriend just gets mad at me and says that I should be above throwing tantrums. :mad:
My mother thinks that I may have that PMDD (Premenstral Dysphoric Disorder).
I’m going to second being sent away from the village! That spa sounds like a great idea! I could use the break!
Okay, so when I win the lottery tonight, I’m going to build a spa and call it The Menstral Hut. All the chairs are special massage recliners with a built-in wine bar. The sauna ratio-to-inmate is 2-1. Screening rooms showing Bette Davis & Joan Crawford films 24-hours a day. A well-stocked video library featuring films for your every mood, from “Thelma & Louise” and “Aliens” to “Terms of Endearment” and “Sense & Sensibility”. Circulating whirlpool spas. No mirrors. Foot and back rubs given by well-built young men who who whisper sweet apologies all the while.
Did I forget anything?
Oh, Sparky, if there is no real underlying problem, just ride the storm and talk to her about it in a couple days, in a nice way (don’t take or cast blame unless there is a genuine fault). And cheer up, maybe she’ll grow out of the worst of it. Mine got waaay better by my late twenties. I still sometimes get in a mood where I just want to pick a fight for the sake of having something real to be pissed about, rather than just a vague, angry feeling. I don’t do it very often, and I give my husband fair warning, so he just ignores the worst of it and is extra nice to me, guaranteeing that I will feel guilty later and be extra nice to him in return.
Chocolate lucie! Goddamnit you forgot the freaking chocolate!
sorry… I’ve got PMT and my MIL is here for a month and pretty soon I might just need to kill her…
death by slow boredom is too long coming… how many times a day can a woman discuss handwashing her bra? And her bowels?