I'm always shocked at how violent the mood swings can be when I'm not on the pill in any way and it's just me . . . and the hormones.

Joan Didion once wrote that to live in Los Angeles is to have a mechanistic view of human nature--for we are prey here to the Santa Ana winds that periodically make murder and suicide rates spike. I've always thought the same thing applied to being female: there honestly are days when I feel I'm at the mercy of biology, just waiting for the happy hormones to show up again.

After slogging through the tunnel of Hell Week, I'm happy and horny again. Hello, estrogen. And happy Easter. Finally.

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