04/08/2025
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THE DANGERS OF MIDDLE-AGED WOMEN WITH RASPS
Apparently, barefoot trimmers are “mostly middle-aged menopausal housewives.”
That’s the latest pearl of insight doing the rounds online.
And you know what?
It’s not entirely wrong.
I am middle-aged.
I am menopausal.
And I absolutely will talk about digital cushions, mechanical load, and mineral ratios while sweating through a fleece in February.
Let’s unpack it, shall we?
“Housewife.”
Interesting choice. We run businesses, keep yards going, manage clients, plan rehabs, and hold the line between panic and progress. If that counts as housewifery, we’d like a raise. And a stronger wheelbarrow.
“Menopausal.”
Correct. Which means the nonsense-filter is gone. Evaporated. We now say what we think. Kindly, mostly. Firmly, always. Our tempers are short but our memory is long, and we've lived long enough to know the difference between a setback and a story someone tells themselves to avoid change.
“Middle-aged.”
Yes again. We’ve done the years in the field. The hours in the books. The heartbreak of rehabs that didn’t go to plan. We’ve made mistakes. Owned them. Learned. Tried again. And now we turn up to each appointment not to prove anything, but to help the horse — even if that means saying something uncomfortable, or stepping back.
And while we’re at it — let’s talk physicality.
This work is hard. It takes strength, stamina, and steel-core endurance. We haul hoof jacks, wrangle draft crosses, trim in sideways rain and searing heat. We lift, carry, squat, and stabilise half a tonne of shifting anatomy — often for hours at a time, on less sleep than ideal and joints that don’t always cooperate. We don’t just know hoof mechanics. We embody them.
We’re not here to be trendy. We’re not here for applause. And we’re certainly not here to start industry wars.
We collaborate with professionals we trust. We ask questions. We listen. We refer when needed. And we’ve got the radiographs, case notes, and clinical outcomes to back it.
So yes: some of us are barefoot trimmers.
Some of us are menopausal.
And all of us are still standing.
What’s more dangerous than a woman with a rasp?
A woman with context.
And quad strength.
⚠️ SATIRE WARNING: This post contains irony, exaggeration, and the occasional hormone-fuelled truth bomb. If you're tempted to take it literally, step away from the keyboard and drink some magnesium. Not everything is a personal attack — but some things are cultural mirrors. Handle with self-awareness.
