Itentatively dip my fingers into the small jar of the prescription ointment, and then sniff before slathering the stuff on my face. It has a subtle fragrance that’s not too perfumy but good enough to make it not smell like vaginal cream. That is, in fact, what estrogen cream is traditionally used for, but now it’s all the rage to treat the wrinkles and fine lines on the other end — our face.
I understand if you don’t want to start your day thinking about vaginal dryness, but this is just one of the random thoughts I’ve had floating through my brain this last week. The shift in seasons has me feeling a little out of it, like that fugue state just before you fall asleep when your thoughts are as disjointed, random and nonsensical as one of the president’s social media posts.
It is for that