Honestly, until I hit The Manosphere (heh) this expression, to me, meant 'running out of energy' during an endurance race.
But as I have learned along the way here, nothing uttered in The Manosphere is quite what one is used to :-)
But that's OK. It's nice to acquire new vocabulary :-)
I am, as it happens familiar with 'hitting the wall'. No, not that one, the sports-related one!
Mind you, with regard to 'the other one', my cruel male relatives swing between 'you got there years ago' to 'maybe one or two more years to go' depending on how long it's been since I cooked dinner :-)
And my lovely female friends say I have at least another ten years minimum irrespective of my views on who is more attractive - Jen or Angelina.
See? Sometimes, we women can be truly loyal to one another. Unconditionally. Especially when our collective hamsters get together.
In return, I give all my female friends fifteen years minimum. I am generous like that :-)
I am particularly interested in 'The Wall' not because I am at or close to it, but because, let's face it, every woman will get there, some quicker than others. And, as they say, offence is the best form of defence. Or was it the other way round?
Anyhow, the big question today is, how best to tackle the approach of The Great Wall?
I would like as many people's advice on this as possible. Old and young, male and female, prince or pauper...
But...whilst I know that men have their own wall, I am (as is often the case on this blog) at least for now, only interested in the female wall. However, if anyone feels inclined to discuss the male wall, of course feel free!
I came to a stark realisation recently, which I will share, to gain some insight into my own psyche.
I recently hit the wall in an endurance sport. Unusually for me, I actually trained adequately for this one, rather than launch into it and 'hope for the best'.
And yet, I still hit the wall, big time, which was psychologically crushing...but there we are.
But, what was more intiguing to me, was that in my bid to keep myself going, this was the song I had in my mind, to 'psych' myself up.
Now, I have always been a fan of this group, but I can't believe that this song, of all their songs, was the one I was thinking of, to haul myself out of my 'hitting the wall' moment:
There is nothing even remotely feminine about this song. Although I must say, the one female character represented in it is probably as feminine as an 'urban chick' can get. And she is hilariously 'over the top'. As are her male counterparts.
In short, the implied gratuitous violence in this video is so over-exaggerated that it is funny.
Now, don't get me wrong.
Prior to 'Pump it!' I did try this:
But it didn't work for me :-(
I needed a different frame of mind than Julie Andrews could offer me...
And herein lies the connecting link between the two types of 'hitting the wall'.
In the sports version, it is almost as if I was only ever going to respond to something more 'masculine' in order to get through.
The lyrics of 'Pump it!' are, to me, undeniably masculine.
But they worked for me :-)
'Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes' wouldn't cut it when I was grappling for something to hang onto to prevent imminent descent into the abyss of sporting failure...
Something most women fear is the masculinisation of their bodies when they get to a certain age.
I remember it was quite the fashion in the 90s for Brit comedies like 'Birds of a feather' to openly poke fun at older Greek ladies with beards for example...
But this is not a phenomenon limited to Greek octogenarians. I am sure this happens to all racial groups, but of course some are hairier than others...
So a woman become less feminine and more masculine as she 'hits the wall'.
And she loses her once pristine looks.
That's cruelty :-)
I know some incredibly feminine women in their 80s and beyond. And no facial hair in sight :-)
What's different about these women?
Are there any tips for women approaching or at 'The Wall'?
Please be kind, gentlemen :-)
Shall we categorise these into 3 groups?
b. Social (and could include tips on how to dress, behave, etc)
c. Inner self (which I think could be most important).
I think 'hitting the wall' is a very important time in a woman's life. Her inner self could be the deciding factor as to whether or not she has been a 'success' or a 'failure', whatever her definitions of these might be.
What should a woman's inner mental state be like, at the time of wall-hitting?
I don't think one need be a woman in the process of hitting the wall, to answer this question.
It is one of those issues that need to be considered well before one arrives there.
One need not be a woman at all, I would add.
Certain things are universal. This might be one of them.
Not to be morbid, but it's like talking about ...death.
I am not sure why I am thinking death...but perhaps this is the right season...All Saints and All Souls are right round the corner.
Or Hallowe'en to the Americans among us :-)
Whilst I don't equate 'hitting the wall' with physical death, I am sure to the woman who experiences it, it is some sort of petite mort or 'little death' as the French would say.
It is a metaphorical exit from the SMP for some (not all) women because men are visual. For a woman who does not wish to exit the SMP, it must be painful.
And there are women who do not seem to realise that they hit the wall sometime back.
It is even more painful to witness this.
I am becoming more and more aware that the term 'age gracefully' died when feminism was born.
Nothing demonstrates this more than recent photos of some ageing female Hollywood stars.
This is why I beseech thee to be kind. Treat this as you would treat the topic of death...
But...inasmuch as I really don't want to show some of the worst photos of this 'hitting the wall fast and hard' phenomenon (it really is that painful to see), I think I know one lady who is really a lady. She is one of several ladies who I think deserve a dignified chapeau (hat tip).
I have always liked her. She always commands respect. If I look like her at her age, I would be happy:
Another one is this woman: