May 27, 2008
Either I’ve hit “manopause” in the last year or so, or the Mormons are putting something in the water here in Salt Lake City. How else to explain the fact that suddenly I’m a crier? I think I’ve started getting choked up during every “This I Believe” and “Story Corps” segment on NPR in the last 3 months. They should call NPR “Cry Radio.”
I’m driving down the road last week, listening to NPR, as is my wont, and the segment is a report from China. In the aftermath of the earthquake, the government has called for a “3 minutes of silence” memorial, and NPR has recorded it. Except, toward the end, it’s anything but silent, as entire stadiums full of people are crying and wailing, lamenting their loss. And then they gradually start chanting “Stand Up!” and “Be Strong!” and “Go China!”
And I’m driving down I-15 in rush hour traffic, and bawling my eyes out. I had to stop before I got home, to make sure my make up didn’t run all over my face.
Manopause is a bitch.