I have a new gynecologist, and this wouldn't otherwise be news, except that it is news, because he's a man. My first male gynecologist is also the funniest, intuitive, and most humane gynecologist I've ever had in my long and illustrious career in the stirrups. "Let's get out of the stirrups-room, so we can talk," he said. "Want a couple of ounces of dark chocolate?"
By way of introducing the subject of perimenopause, he said: "When my wife was going though perimenopause, she wanted to bite the heads off of cute baby birds."
I was like, Wow, not only do I like, him, but I like his wife.
"Anyway, you're not crazy," he said. "Your estradiol is shit. And for that matter so is your FSH, and also you live in the shitty suburbs and you aren't making enough art."