Useless to the Tribe

They happen without warning. As a woman of a certain age, I get a weird feeling at the top of my stomach followed by a surging wave of heat that starts inside and radiates to my skin. Sometimes it feels like I produce enough heat to warm a small town. In the midst of a hot flash the back of my head feels like a car radiator that is about to explode. No one’s ever mentioned steam coming out my ears but I'm sure I resemble  Yosemite Sam after being been beaten by Bugs Bunny yet again. My face flushes like a junior high girl who has just tooted in class. The sweat trickles down my back and I flap my clothes in order to cool off.

Night sweats are even worse. I wake up with sweat pooling between my boobs, damp pajamas and sheets. When the heat subsides and my body temperature regulates, I am freezing. I throw off the covers to cool off. Bring them back when my body temperature regulates and I’m covered in sweat and freezing.

As women, ever since we hit puberty, we’ve been subject to the indignities of hormones. PMS mood swings. Pregnancy hormones that make us bat shit crazy. Postpartum blues. We can’t get cranky without someone suggesting we’re hormonal.

Enter peri-menopause and things start to get worse. We begin having hot flashes. And our metabolism slows to a crawl. Weight gain happens in a blink of an eye; weight loss takes Herculean effort. And even more mood swings. Why?! Why?! Why?!

No, seriously, why? What possible purpose could hot flashes and slowing metabolism have on the survival of humans? I’ve spent a lot of time trying to figure this out during my sleepless sweaty nights. And I have a theory that would make Darwin proud.

Think about it. Back in Clan of the Cave Bear days, tribes of people stuck together for survival. You can picture them gathered around the fire at night. Fire was precious and meant warmth, food and protection from the creatures of the night that might carry you off to eat you.

But there’s only so much room around the fire. There was probably some sort of hierarchy in place for assigning the prime spots nearest the flames. These would go to the most revered members’ of the tribe, the leaders. These guys were responsible for keeping the tribe safe and flourishing. And they were most certainly guys as these primitive societies were patriarchal. Once the leadership positions were filled, they would want to keep the hunters and gatherers happy.

After the guys who brought home the food, they would have placed some value on the young women. They cooked the food, made the clothes, and provided support if not servitude to the men. But even more importantly, they bore the children that insured that the tribe would survive another generation. And speaking of children, they would be protected as well as the future leaders, hunters, child bearers.

As you got farther away from the fire you’d find the less important folks, the ones who didn’t contribute as much. The old guys who couldn’t hunt, lead or tell a good story were probably out there. But most certainly, women of a certain age were on the fringe. They were useless to the tribe. They had been replaced by younger, more fit women. They didn't offer anything of substance.

And that is where the evolutionary changes must have come in. These tough broads would manage to survive in spite of having the crappiest spot away from the fire. They would have hot flashes to keep them warm. Their metabolism slowed down so they could survive on less food. And probably the most important evolutionary change was the bat shit crazy mood swings that kept everyone, including the creatures of the dark, from messing with them. Useless? In the eyes of the tribe, perhaps. Defenseless? Absolutely not. Even the cave men would have learned that their survival depended on not messing with women of a certain age.