Menopause and Snake Oil

My husband is a salesman. He could sell you swampland in Hawaii, and, is so good at what he does, he convinced this California girl to move to Pennsylvania for 8 years. But he sold me a promise that could be delivered. He was not a Snake Oil Salesman.

When I opened The Menopause Stores, the goal was to sell products that worked. Pills, supplements oils, lubes etc....I was going to be rich. I wanted to sell you Snake Oil.

I no longer sell those products. Why? You know the answer. Many of them do not work. Especially the supplements. Lube, maybe.

I tried all the supplements that I stocked but did not really try much of anything else more than once. I didn’t need anything else. My worst symptom is Hot Flashes. That’s it.

Menopause has hit the big time and now everyone is getting into it. Wonderful. Amazing. The world is waking up to the struggle of Menopause BUT do not buy into all this bull everyone is trying to sell you.

You know what you need? A cooling fan and frozen washcloths.

What you do not need is other humans, who really know as little as the rest of us, coaching you on your menopause.

Take the Menopause Specialist... the designation “menopause specialist” isn’t recognized by the American Board of Medical Specialties....so they are snake oil salespeople. And so many want you to go on HRT. But this is a thing now. Just great. (Sarcastic remark).

Don’t forget the new Menopause magazines...which deal with every issue known to woman regarding menopause. I have not read any of these magazines. No need...what could they tell me I do not already know. Six years in, I know my menopause. If these magazines show pretty people, none of them are in Menopause anyway. Smiling, happy women...no way they are in Menopause.

Yes, some of you are searching for answers and solutions for the symptoms but they are few and far between. Our mothers were and still are silent, and our doctors have no clue.

You have your own answers and solutions, and they are easy and simple.

Exercise, eat healthier, get some fans, and freeze those washcloths.

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