Marie-Hélène Lebeault writes speculative fiction under her own name —including hormonal dispatches from the frontlines of middle age—and everything else under various aliases. She lives in Quebec, where she quietly overthinks everything and occasionally cries over Gilette commercials, basil, and non-binding socks.
Congratulations! You’ve unlocked the next level of womanhood: Perimenopause!
You didn’t sign up, but you’re here now, and this unsolicited hormonal escape room waits for no one. Please familiarize yourself with the following glossary of symptoms before you throw your bra in the microwave.
1. HOT FLASHES
Also known as spontaneous combustion. You’ll wake up glowing like a baked ham. Invest in a cooling pillow, a desk fan, and a water bottle the size of a toddler. If you’re not sweating through your underwear during a staff meeting, are you even perimenopausal?
2. MOOD SWINGS
You might cry because a sock is inside-out. Or scream because someone chewed near you. It’s called growth. You are still lovable. Just less... approachable. Pre-write your apologies and hand them out like business cards.
3. BRAIN FOG
What were we—? Wait. Where are your keys? You’re holding them. You’re doing amazing.
4. BLOATING
Your body is now 40% water, 40% rage, and 20% crackers. Jeans are dead to you. Lean into the elastic waistband lifestyle. You haven’t let yourself go; you’ve let comfort in.
5. SLEEP
Fall asleep at 8:45 p.m. Wake up at 1:17 a.m., ready to emotionally relive something you said in 2009. Consider adopting the circadian rhythm of a confused raccoon.
6. TIKTOK
Join the “We Do Not Care Club.” Braless women in bonnets and bathrobes scream into the algorithm in perfect solidarity. Membership perks: radical honesty, misplaced glasses, and hot takes delivered from a Subaru.
7. RELATIONSHIPS
You may suddenly resent your partner for the way they blink. Or breathe. This is valid. So is hiding in your car for 40 minutes in the driveway because the house is just... loud.
8. PERSONAL STYLE
You now dress exclusively in linen and oversized t-shirts that say things like “Emotionally Sunburnt” or “Nope.” You’ve never looked cooler, even if your thermostat is broken.
SUMMARY
You are not broken. You’re breaking free. Of people-pleasing. Of underwire. Of pretending kale smoothies are worth it. You are becoming a woman who knows things. Who naps with intention. Who buys candles she never lights and carries healing crystals named “Derek.”
You are the future. And she’s sweaty, stunning, and absolutely done with everyone's nonsense.
Welcome to the club. We do not care. And yet—deeply, beautifully—we do.
Special Shouts!
Editor’s Note: Big thanks to our newest paid subscriber, Mary W. Her subscription dollars went directly towards paying Marie-Hélène for writing this post! What a beautiful Marie-Mary connection.
As a special bit of gratitude, I wrote this ancient proverb just for you, Mary:
Pride goes before the fall. The fall goes before Christmas!
Pretty deep, eh? Thanks again to all our paid subscribers for supporting Chortle!
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