Brains, emotions and other crap

Sunday, July 15, 2007
Current mood: rejected

Ever heard of your amygdala?
Sounds like a goatee-woolen-sock-wearing word, doesn't it? (banging the finger cymbals together, OHM ing)
Nope, mes amis. We all have them, men and wimmen alike. Almondshape neuroprocessor thingies in your brains! Oh... and guess what? The circuits running through them are affected by surges and plunges in the oestrogen and progesterone houshold more commony referred to as the menstrual cycle (wimmen, of course) thus effectively altering reality as perceived...
So, you DO go bananas when your period is due, ladies! The brain circuits between the amygdala and the prefrontal cortex responsible for emotional assessment and judgment area are fully functional and consistent AFTER the menopause.
To quote Dr Louanne Brizendine: "51 1/2 years is the average age of menopause, which starts 12 months after a woman's last period when the ovaries have stopped producing the hormones that boosted her communication circuits, emotion circuits, the drive to tend and care and the urge to avoid conflict. With the oestrogen down, the oxytocin is down as well. She is less interested in the nuances of emotions; she's less concerned about keeping the peace and she's getting less of a dopamine rush from the things she did before, even talking with her friends. She's not getting the calming oxytocin reward of tending and caring (...), so she is less inclined to be as attentive to others' personal needs. " - in simple Duck Speak: we turn into men! (without the equipment kept in action by blue diamond shaped pills)
Why can we develop aforementioned pills for men to keep up appearances, but not to sort out short circuiting amygdala thingies?... Surely nothing to do with priorities of anonymous men in pharmaceutical boardrooms?
But to be honest, bring it on! I'm sick of having housed a system that never worked for which it was designed... apart from excruciating pains every month, being concidered unclean by some religious types, going through the madness of it and being perceived as completely bonkers. I'm quite looking forward to be an inconsiderate person that can trample all over some one else's feelings without a sliver of remorse or empathy... and to get away with it.
But before that there's the perimenopause, where everything goes tits up (apart from your real tits deciding to go South, however small they are...). Ideal time to get dumped on then.