The must-have companion to the We Do Not Care (WDNC) Club and viral movement, from Founding Member Melani Sanders (@justbeingmelani). Part survival manual and part rallying cry, this essential handbook is your trusted guide to the hormonal mayhem of perimenopause, menopause, and postmenopause. Hop aboard the Hot Mess Express, Sisters, and welcome to the Club!
THE OFFICIAL WE DO NOT CARE CLUB HANDBOOK:
A Guide for Women in Perimenopause, Menopause, and Beyond Who Are Over It
by Melani Sanders
Harvest/HarperCollins, January 2026
We. Do. Not. Care.
Do you wake up with night sweats at 3:26 am, overstimulated, mad at anything breathing, and ready to put the world on notice?
Do you forget the words you are saying as you are saying them?
If you have a she-shed and no longer care about clothes that fit, half-painted big toenails, or cellulite on your legs (legs is legs!), then welcome to the club — the We Do Not Care (WDNC) Club. You’re now a card-carrying member with an exclusive invite to the biggest hormonal party in town.
This Club is for all of our Sisters in perimenopause, menopause, and postmenopause who are over it. Here is a list* of things We Do Not Care about today:
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Shaving our legs.
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Plucking our chin hair.
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Wearing the same bra all week.
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Wearing bras, period.
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Wearing PJs all day. Clothes is clothes.
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Being on time. Be happy that I showed up — I don’t even want to be here.
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People who think we have a sh*tty attitude. That’s on them.
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Cancelled plans. We didn’t want to go anywhere anyway.
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If you’re hungry. The kitchen isn’t locked.
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If you’re cold. Don’t even think about touching that thermostat.
Melani Sanders, Founding Member of the WDNC, is here to tell you that it’s okay not to care. You’re not alone. We’re all in the same boat, just out here trying to survive. This book is your life raft. Let’s hold on for dear life — and get through this together.
Melani Sanders is a digital creator and the fearless founder of the We Do Not Care Movement™. Her viral WDNC reels and posts capture the humor, heart, and chaos of perimenopause and menopause, midlife in general, motherhood, and real life. Melani lives in West Palm Beach, Florida with her husband, three sons, and dog.

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