Anyhow it seems a pity to have a built-in rite of passage and to dodge it, evade it, and pretend nothing has changed. That is to dodge and evade one’s womanhood, to pretend one’s like a man. Men, once initiated, never get the second chance. They never change again. That’s their loss, not ours. Why borrow poverty?
Ursula K. Le Guin on the menopause, from her essay “The Space Crone” in Dancing at the Edge of the World
This essay has maybe my favorite final line I’ve ever read.
“Into the space ship, Granny.”