A true explanation of PMS for us boys.

[learnteach]

From ursulav blog, worth reading, go check it out:
http://www.redwombatstudio.com/blog/?p=4186

"All that’s really happening, of course, is that the uterus is wandering around going “Hey! Anybody in there? No? Alright, let’s get this crap out of here!” and the ovaries, which are among the most personally malicious parts of my anatomy, are sulking and snarling that if they aren’t happy, nobody is going to be happy, and my endocrine system, a dumb, good natured Labrador type, is cheerfully playing fetch with all the hormones they keep throwing out."

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[nibuca.livejournal.com]

I can usually tell when I'm PMSing when I'm on BART and contemplate things like "how much trouble will I -really- get into if I pushing the annoying mouth breather who's too close to me out the door of the BART train".. the amount of joy that comes with the mental image of him flying out the door and landing on his back with a satisfying THUD usually give me a wake up call so I start counting to ten and visualizing calm soothing streams instead of acting on my violent tenancies.