Baby Boomer or not, this you’ve got to read:
In 2011, the most recent numbers available, the Federal Centers for Disease Control and Prevention identified more than 12,000 cases of gonorrhea, about 2,600 cases of syphilis and more than 22,000 cases of chlamydia in people ages 45 to 64.
This sure isn’t the world I grew up in where not only was the word sex forbidden, and I mean as in speaking it, but so were any unfortunate consequences which could only be spoken of in hushed tones, behind hands cupped in morbid secrecy. I mean, this was the era when I thought the nuns who populated my primary school never went to the bathroom! As in never, ever!
Well, things have changed, and it’s for the good except now we have to get the age-old sexually-transmitted diseases under control. Somehow, though, I think they will remain around to haunt us until the sun sets on time.
picture courtesy Don’t trust the boomers, Salon
That’s right – I’m back in the game, of pajamas that is. For the last 10 years, I have yearned to wrap myself in the soft, comfort of flannel pajamas: lovely, long nightgowns, but even better – cozy “jammies”: with tops and bottoms that shield me not only from cold winter nights but also from wiles and worries of the world.
Here’s the deal – MENOPAUSE. During this peri and actual menopause of mine, flannel, and actually PJs of any material were out of the question. If they went on, they came off – almost instantaneously. With them I suffered the fevers of dissipating hormones, without them I had the cooling breeze of a fan blowing directly on my skin, even in the middle of winter. Without won, for obvious reasons.
I decided to give it a try this winter, and I CAN WEAR MY COZY, COMFY FLANNELS ONCE AGAIN!! I can pull the covers up to my chin, quilt and all, and not a drop of sweat to be found anywhere.
This is what it means to be a woman who ROARS! (about her flannel pajamas and other assorted post-menopausal discoveries!)