For this week only, I'm not your commanding officer. I'm the spirit of your Grandma Crone. Either way, Crone or Crag, you're stuck with the Ol' Girl as the modifier. Here's the scoop, ye gods, from the ghost of the goddess. Ebb and flow.
Men work like flaming pogo sticks.
Accept this right up front. For the unyielding Crag-hearted among you who can't, try to understand it from the back. We may be the riverbanks, but women are the river. A woman is cyclical. Like the moon, she moves from new to waxing to full to waning, and begins again.