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Wednesday, January 14, 2009

PMS Meets MCP

Just got back from Anna’s, where I was reading about PMS. This got me to thinking about a far worse syndrome, one that science has for too long ignored: Monthly Cowardice Pattern (MCP).

Affecting primarily adult males, although children and teenagers are sometimes also afflicted, the impacts of MCP on our society and our economy cannot be overstated. Let me share one example:

Earlier in my life, when my body’s tides were still controlled by the moon, my skin would, at monthly intervals, become very sensitive to the touch. Anything brushing against the down on my arms would set my teeth on edge, and it was worth my husband’s life to attempt a back rub.

During those intervals, I hated fans. The feel of that unrelenting breeze was enough send me over the edge.

One day, while living in Minnesota, I was talking with a group of all-male programmers. Our office was set up as a typical prairie dog village of shoulder-height cubicles. We were standing in the doorways of our burrows, trying to resolve some deep technical issue (that, or discussing the most recent episode of The X-Files). Against the back wall, a standing fan kept the air moving in our little cinder block complex.

As we stood there, talking and laughing, the air began to chafe my skin. Each oscillation was like sandpaper, abrading my last nerve. Finally, I could stand it no longer. I lunged toward the switch.

“This fan is driving me crazy!”

It slowed to a stop and I instantly felt better. I turned around to resume our discussion just in time to see the last guy shrink back into his cube. The place was a ghost town.

Due to the effects of MCP, whatever deep issue we were discussing was left unresolved. With this sudden and shocking onset of Male Monthly Cowardice Pattern, the company’s operational efficiency, and, ultimately, profitability, suffered.

This syndrome wreaks millions, possibly billions, of dollars in untold havoc on the worldwide (yes, this is a global issue) economy, and yet no one has had the vision or perhaps the courage, to take on this scourge.

And the economy is not the only thing to suffer. All around the world, every month, families are put at risk, and the lives of future generations in jeopardy, because men do not have the guts to deal with the monthly flux of their wives and teenage daughters.

But with proper research, a cure could be found. The slinking weasels we see cowering in garages and basement workshops one week out of every month could become full-time men again, husbands and fathers every day, instead of just 75% of the time. The timid mice, whimpering, “Yes, dear,” one-fourth of the time could stand up strong and tall and utter the commanding phrase, “I just want what you want, darling” every single day of every year.

And the pharmaceuticals already exist, it’s just a matter of running clinical trials until the right cocktail, the right dosage, is discovered to put an end to this horrific disease.

Won’t you please give?

20 comments:

Jan said...

Gee never heard of that. Dont think my husband suffers from that one. And I thought he had everything-high blood pressure, high cholestral, excema, arthritis, pinched nerve. Now hes going to want that too!!!

Dave King said...

Crikey! Fancy!

Lilly's Life said...

Now you know that we mothers are responsible for turning our boys into men who will utter “I just want what you want, darling” every single day of every year. We cn do it and with the help of modern science I am right behind you. Now who is going to volunteer as the first guinea pig?

Belle said...

Let's not encourage a cure. I prefer them slinking in the background.

K said...

I like it.

I'm with Belle - let's keep it going.

buffalodick said...

Twenty-some years ago I told my wife she could either go to the doctor, or go to a lawyer because I was tired of dealing with a fruitcake three weeks out of a month! Chose doctor, still married- 35 years...

Chef E said...

Help! I am going through this now, right now! My husband hangs up on me on the phone if I even whimper a sad note around the first of the month, and I am surprised he comes home :)

Business trips are the cure for my whoas...

Dedene said...

Great insight. I'm with Belle on this issue.

Michelle said...

Who should I make the check out to?

The Blonde Duck said...

That's so funny!

Comedy Goddess said...

MCP is just the way latter day males deal with the primal temper flares of the PMS female. I like when they cringe and cower away.

Debbie said...

I think you are really onto something here. And I thought I was the only person in the world who's skin chafes from a fan. Thank you for making me feel less weird.

Chef E said...

I thought about you tonight a fan was blowing my hair around and bothering me and touching my face...I shiver

Coffee with Cathy said...

The side-effects of PMS are slowing fading in my memory, obliterated by the increasing effects of menopause. But this does ring a bell -- the MCP thing, though, is never ending. And really, would we want it any other way???

Joie de vivre said...

You need to submit this to the AP as a possible editorial. It is hilarious.

Rachel Cotterill said...

I'm with Belle.
If you have to do it, at least make it optional!

High Desert Diva said...

*snickers*

anymommy said...

So funny. I'll give, we really do need to find a cure.

Andrea said...

I have yet to read a post of yours that does not make me laugh out loud!!! Your writing is just great!! :) Thanks for sharing.

Joanna said...

I live with four males - do you need someone to test this on?

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