As a teenager in the car with my father some guy whistled at me while we were pulling out of a parking lot.
I gave him the finger.
My father was a Nixon-Republican, devout Lutheran and would get angry if we swore.
He got nervous and mad at the same time I did that.
He was pretty adamant in his own beliefs privately but not one to rock the boat.
I could never hold my tongue.
My husband is just like my father. Never stands up until it's a situation that pushes him, which is extremely rare.
I don't know why I am like this. I'm like the little tiny dog that spews froth from my mouth with my tail standing up straight every time i see a mean, big dog way bigger than me.
I want justice and I forget my size, but I think God made me this way for a reason. Let me at 'em.