And The Hells? Are They Fresh?
For anyone in a permanent state of what the f*ck.
Welcome to Cheaper Than Therapy, a newsletter by Shani Silver.
Whatever the millennial generation did in a past life to deserve the relentless punishments of this timeline, we apparently haven’t paid our bill in full yet. Because while democracy, morality, and affordability crumble all around us, we also have to white-knuckle our way through our 40s, too.
Breaking news is paired with the sudden onset of my period, which isn’t due for two weeks. I wonder if my brain fog is a result of overwhelming grief about the state of the world or just a normal hormonal fluctuation for my age bracket. Am I angry because I heard the voice of our current President despite every effort to avoid it, or because rage is just a side effect of still being alive at this age? I used to be angry that women never talked about perimenopause. Now I know they were trying to spare me, to keep me from this vile truth as long as possible. But aging and right wing politics spare no one. Aren’t we lucky? We get both at the same damn time.