Silicon Valley’s Secret Epidemic: Male Menopause

As an Indian woman who’s spent over a decade in Bay Area tech, I’ve been to enough desi (Indian) parties to notice one hilarious pattern: the women are thriving… and the men are quietly falling apart. I wrote a playful field guide to the “Menopausal Man.”

Walk into any desi Bay Area party and you'll spot two distinct species.

Species A: Women in their 40s and 50s - glowing, hydrated, discussing girls' trips to Portugal and that new bakery in Noe Valley.

Species B: Their husbands - looking like someone just told them ChatGPT is coming for their RSUs.

Welcome to the Menopausal Man: Indian, techie, mid-to-late 40s or early 50s, senior enough at a FAANG (MAANG, my bad... actually, MANGO with Nvidia and OpenAI included) to be exhausted, wealthy enough to be miserable, and permanently clutching a drink like it's a flotation device.

He has three jokes. He will tell you all of them. Multiple times.

Joke 1: The Business-Class Catastrophe

This arrives within four minutes of conversation.

"Bro, we're going to Bali/Mauritius/Thailand for Christmas. Wife wants business class. And the kids are trying to bankrupt me. I mean, yeah, I have like 10,000 Nvidia RSUs? But if I SELL, the capital gains tax will kill me. Daylight robbery!"

Delivered with the facial expression of a man narrating war trauma.

What he means: "I am rich enough to fly my family to the moon, but emotionally I'm still the boy from Kanpur who saved airplane peanuts."

Meanwhile, his wife is torn between two pairs of designer sunglasses for her SFO Polaris Lounge glam reel.

Joke 2: The Annual Physical Post-Mortem

Ask a Menopausal Man about his bloodwork if you want to see true theater.

"Dude, my biomarkers are TERRIBLE. Cholesterol up. Triglycerides up. Doc says give up alcohol. GIVE UP ALCOHOL. And this is after I spent three thousand on those longevity supplements from Bryan Johnson! If these numbers don't improve, I'm writing a scathing Reddit review."

He says this while pouring himself single malt.

His wife? On a two-month gut cleanse, her sixth Pilates class of the week, glowing like she just got back from a HydraFacial appointment she probably did just get back from.

Joke 3: Milestone Birthday Panic

Women hit 50 with confetti guns and three outfit changes.

Men hit 50 like this: "Wife wants to throw me a party at the golf club. Asked for a theme. I said 'colonoscopy.' She got hella pissed."

Menopausal Men don't want birthdays. They want silence, low lighting, and someone to tell them their LDL is reversible.

Their wives already have a theme: "Gatsby Glam but with a Punjabi DJ and Mughlai cuisine." The event planner has been paid in full. So has the photographer. And the videographer. And the belly dancer. This train has left the station.

So Why Are the Women Thriving?

Simple. They diversified. They have their own money, friends, hobbies, girls trips, therapy, skincare routines, a daily dose of Amazon packages, and tips on joie-de-vivre ing from their favorite Instagram life coach. They simply do not have the bandwidth to soothe a man who treats capital gains tax like a Greek tragedy.

The men? They offloaded all emotional processing to wives who have since unsubscribed.

And so you find them at parties: standing by kitchen islands, swirling identical drinks, tracking week-over-week upticks in the number of millionaires Bay Area tech companies are churning, sighing over their fluctuating portfolios and precarious gut health while their wives are levitating with Dua Lipa in full luminosity.

Every woman reading this is nodding. Every man reading this is preparing to say "Not ALL men..." Right before telling the business-class joke again.

P.S. Satire disclaimer: Any resemblance to real men is coincidental. I fully acknowledge that most Indian men in the Bay Area are generous, ripped, and can throw epic parties if they so wished.

P.P.S. Please don’t cancel me.