11/07/2026
Manny Paws – The Tiny Menopause Monster
Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to introduce the real culprit behind menopause...
Meet Manny Paws.
You can't see him because he's only the size of a peanut, but don't let that fool you. He's a tiny creature with a huge appetite.
His favourite snack?
Hormones.
He sneaks into your body in the middle of the night like a tiny burglar.
Crunch... munch...
"There goes your oestrogen!"
Once he's finished eating your hormones, he gets bored and starts wrinkling your birthday suit like he's ironing it on the "extra creased" setting.
Then, just for laughs, he turns your internal thermostat from "pleasant spring morning" to "volcano at midnight."
One minute you're tucked under three blankets...
The next you're throwing the duvet across the room shouting,
"Who turned the sun on?!"
And don't think he's making you "hot" in the glamorous movie-star way.
Oh no.
Not the kind of hot that gets whistles.
The kind of hot that fogs up your glasses, melts your makeup, and has you standing in front of the freezer hugging the frozen peas.
Manny Paws doesn't stop there.
He hides your reading glasses...
Even though they're on your head.
He steals random words halfway through a sentence.
You walk into a room and think,
"I came in here for... something."
Meanwhile, Manny Paws is sitting in the corner giggling.
But here's the funny part...
He thinks he's winning.
What he doesn't know is that women who've survived raising children, juggling life, and finding matching socks are far tougher than one tiny hormone-eating gremlin.
So let him munch.
Let him wrinkle.
Let him turn the heating on in July.
Because every morning we get up, laugh at the madness, put on our comfy shoes, and carry on anyway.
Sorry, Manny Paws...
You're annoying—but you're no match for us
inspired by Lolly-
