I watched “It’s a wonderful life” with lovely Jimmy Stewart last night, also as part of my “Show my husband black and white films can be awesome too” program.
I hadn’t seen it since I was 12, like those old friends where you both know you’re awesome so you don’t think you need to keep getting to know each other.
A couple of days ago my period started, and vast amounts of gathering black clouds started to dissipate.
With an old acquaintance we would say how insane it was that the link between period hormones, depression and suicide, was not more deeply investigated.
I blame the feminists.
For some women, more women than most people would admit, every month means going through the whole range of emotions, mental upheavals, and, hopefully, epiphanies that George goes through in that film EVERY month. Some are blessed by the occasional angel, some have to make do with their own sturdiness and will to survive.
So, yes women are handicapped by their being female, yes it should be looked into.
It’s also a bloody brilliant film.
See what I did there? 😉