Most people are unaware that oestrogen - the main female sex hormone - is in fact acidic. Until puberty the corrosive effects of this substance are kept in check by the simple fact that production being limited, it is only found in dilute form, thanks to the other watery fluids circulating in the bloodstream. Then disaster occurs.
Consider the case of a teenaged schoolgirl who fancies a teenaged schoolboy. He fancies her too, but despite his repeated advances to her, she keeps giving him the cold shoulder, believing that if she responds in a positive manner then he will regard her as a slag. She thoroughly insults him until he wanders off, convinced that she positively hates him as reason would dictate, because testosterone affects the groin and not the head. She then wonders why he doesn't fancy her any more, and shoots him reproving looks.
Oestrogen peaks at 14, which was when Natalie, my lovely blonde-haired daughter, decided to dye her crowning glory red. Actually it doesn't matter what colour she dyed it, because of course no-one in their right mind dyes blonde hair. No 14 year old boy would dye his hair if it was blonde, after all. He would know that it pulled the birds and would show it off as much as possible. But by this time oestrogen is in such high concentration in the bloodstream that it is starting to etch its way into brain tissue, causing irreparable harm.
Beginning, in some women, in their twenties, oestrogen damage becomes so dramatic that the patient starts to worry about her hair. She looks in the mirror and decides that her hair looks a mess. Such an observation would prompt the normal male to comb it. But the female victim of an oestrogen attack decides that because her hair looks a mess, then her life must be a mess too. What does she do? Does she consult a psychiatrist? No, she sorts out her life by visiting a hairdresser instead. She emerges from the shop happy....
...until, that is, a man tells her that he likes her hairdo. Whereupon she gives him a hateful smile and proceeds to tell him off, listing the innumerable things that her hair needs doing to it, in boring graphic detail, as if she was talking to a girlfriend. However she would not have been rude to a real female friend. This is because the hormone which is now in full spate has made her think of her hair as if it was a pair of breasts - and no woman wants an objective analysis of her breasts from a man, unless he is a gynaecologist.
Pre-Menstrual Tension is a universal side effect of oestrogen, causing women to blame men for everything - even though it isn't the man's womb which is playing up - it's the woman's, so logically she should blame herself. This psychotic delusion becomes semi-permanent during the
This assumption, of course, is ridiculous. A five year old girl would never say to herself "Because I cannot have babies yet, this proves that I am not a real girl" - and then proceed to blame her brother for everything, as a woman in this state does her partner. Sadly, there is no cure for oestrogen damage, save the replacement of what is left of the female brain by a normal male one - and there's not much left after the Change.
This is why men regard the whole world as a lunatic asylum and see themselves as the mental nurses, whose job it is to calm, soothe and humour the patients. It is a thankless task, for which we receive no payment.
Soon I will show why having a baby is really very straightforward, and why women make a song and dance over what a man would regard as a picnic.