What: The New Yorker has its own menopause moment, with Rebecca Mead reviewing three books by celebrities on the topic. She also dives into the history of menopause’s other “moments” – which happened throughout the 20th century.
Key line: “Popular discussion has flared and receded during the past sixty-odd years like a series of cultural hot flashes, each time presented as if nobody had talked about menopause before. And perhaps that’s no wonder. As with the thrilling adolescent discovery of sex or the earth-shattering destabilization of childbirth, the experience of undergoing menopause can be so disorienting that it’s impossible to conceive of its creeping but relentless onslaught until it’s your own body that’s combusting and your own psyche that’s been scrambled. It’s not that there’s a conspiracy of silence around menopause; rather, it’s that, like death, menopause is a thing that happens to other people, until it happens to you.”
My take: It’s helpful to look at the history, but there still is the fact that menopause research and training is seriously lacking in comparison to how many lives it effects.
Source: New Yorker