Have you ever come home from work dead tired, yet still whipped up a nutritious meal for four, helped reluctant kids with homework, run baths, read storybooks and folded laundry before taking the time to remove your work clothes and make-up?

Have you ever managed the mundane tasks of everyday life while one of those perimenopausal periods (that makes the floodwaters of Hurricane Katrina seem tame) rages in your nether-regions?

If male superheroes could do any one of these tasks, they’d be on the list of their super powers along with leaping over tall buildings with a single bound.

Let’s face it. We ARE the super-gender. We don’t need skin-tight leather pants, bodacious boobs or a snappy cape to kick ass. We do the impossible and the uncomfortable every day–naturally, instinctively and without a lot of fanfare.