By Elizabeth Harper

I'm Mad as Hell and I Don't Know If I Can Take It Anymore

Swearing at telephones and empty toilet paper dispensers.
My whole body hurts.
Spilling things, dropping things.
The garbage stinks.
People are too loud.
This rage (this rage!), is it due to "the change"?
And if so, then how come every middle-aged woman isn't a serial killer?