Post #26
Rage Against the Machine
The Crone Chaos Report · Filed under: anger, anger, and more anger
I fucking hate technology. It drives me crazy, I mean what’s the point of being connected to everything when you just want to hide from the world? This is me. A Crone in a Cave that has no wi-fi, no phone signal, nothing but slugs and snails and puppy dog’s tail (yep, those Lorena Bobbiting leftovers from all the incompetent male doctors who told me to just have sex more to lube up my tearing vagina!)
But as usual, I diFUCKINGgress. I have developed oppositional defiance against the machine. And it’s worse because I’m suffering from executive dysfunction (tongue-tied brain unable to make decisions) and brain fog. It can be more than just a setback, like last week when I forgot how to use my air fryer! That’ll teach me to eat healthy. But this antipathy was a long time coming. I’m old and ugly enough to remember when computers were giant boxes that buzzed like vibrators. I looked at them with suspicion then and I was FUCKING right.
And YES. I see the irony of this. My insta (what the kids call it, whatevs), the phone and internet. This blog. But how else do I to get Crone advice out to my suffering sisters around the world? I’m taking one for the team. Being shafted good and proper and as the vaDRYna is out of action, the back door is proving mighty UNcomfy. But STILL, I’m HAPPY to make this sacrifice because fuck knows who else is going to have our backs.
So now I have a very healthy rage against the system – funny how that remains even DURING brain fog and an inability to make decisions! (I’ll delve into this in more detail in another rant). So yes, back to that shitty system (the one with men and ‘misogynistic’ female doctors who hate themselves) that fails us. The herding medical portals that sell our data off sooner than give actual medical advice. Those bait and switch insurance companies. I hate the lot of you, imagine if I was one of the many Crones who can’t afford a phone or internet access. I’d be left to my own devices (pardon the pun) to suffer through this because that’s how it’s always been!
Maybe it’s the DGAF-o-Meter, my favorite tool for NOT tolerating bullshit. But technology can go screw itself sideways. Unless of course it’s one of those ACTUALLY helpful online places that advise women on hormone treatment.
Crone Moan Over