Period Brain

When you feel like you've just dumbed down 100 degrees of intellect but you're actually just getting your period. Phew!

Imagine the circumstance: a specific week rolls in once monthly and all of a sudden, you feel stupid. Hugely idiotic. Like you’ve been watching too many housewives throw champagne at each other and can’t see past the stained silk blouses. There is a bright side though, and that is the satisfaction that comes with finally realizing that you are not dumbing down. Your brain — the matter upon which your opinions and therefore identity are founded — is simply in a temporary (keyword, people) prison cell being run by your ovaries. I don’t know why it happens, but does it matter?


I ask you to consider this hypothetical conversation:


Ginghoolia: Amapicca! What’s up? I haven’t seen you in weeks. Have you finished that dissertation on the molecular biology of a frog’s neck?

Amapicca: Whfdsaufb, fyhfhjssfh — fhdsjh fhsja fyrnvcajhgeuy.

Ginghoolia: You must have a case of period brain. I get it. I’ve been there.

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