We were the feral, Latch Key Kids of the '80s, raised on TV, microwave burritos, and pure unsupervised chaos.

We figured out maxi pads with the adhesive stuck to the wrong side of our underwear. We stole our older sister’s Tampax because we were going swimming AND horseback riding, thank you very much. We got our sex ed from a combo of Judy Blume books and The Golden Girls.

Now here we are- middle-aged, magnificent, and careening through perimenopause with the same level of adult supervision we had in junior high: absolutely none.

Our hormones are flipping desks like that one unhinged sixth-grade teacher. We’re hot, we’re exhausted, and we’re pretty sure we just cried at a Subaru commercial. Again.

Menopolooza is the rallying cry for Gen X women who’ve always had to figure it out alone, our message is: we are not alone and we’re not going to take it, anymore.