I'm titacularly honored

Yeah, I'm pretty proud of the girls. They've done some really amazing things. They've served as a safety net for most of my meals and snacks. When I was pregnant and they doubled, they served as a tray. After the cute chicks were born, they served as a 24/7 cafeteria. They've saved lives, brokered a Middle East peace deal, taken down despots and dictators, and just yesterday, they saved the stock markets from crashing. Well, maybe not those last few things, but the did manage to unhinge Kerodin, and that's pretty cool too.

I have to admit, I was a little butthurt this weekend when Bill Nye called me "the redheaded hoe" and nobody defended me. Not wirecutter, not any of y'all. But then I thought, maybe y'all don't think of yourselves as knights in rusty armor or you don't see me as a damsel in distress, a lady deserving of defense. Maybe it's both, maybe it's neither. I'm not any of y'all's damsel to defend. Wirecutter has his own lady in Miss Lisa, and she is his focus as it should be. Same for the rest of you. What I do know is I've take a lot harder hits, lower hits, from people I loved and respected, who meant more to me than Kerodin and Nye, and I survived. I've faced most of the attacks alone, no one backing me, no one defending me, and I survived. So this too shall pass. I've got my copper-topped head held high, I'm in my most gravity defying push-up bra, and I'm sailing onward. I've got my own back.