"In a world dominated by perky little girls with sunny dispositions and endless wells of optimism, nothing soothes the soul quite like a foul-tempered old lady...spitting fire." Heather Havrilesky
Here it is: one of my heart's desires. I see it now. I am woman who doesn't think of herself as a foul-tempered lady but who nevertheless challenges years of training to be nice, and overcomes her perky-little-girlness to lead us forward.
Baruch ata adonai..."You used to be like that when you were younger. You're still perky, but then you spit fire." True, but no one liked it very much. I was never elected prom queen. "And you still think being nice will get you somewhere? Live with it. You are a spitfire and you don't even like going to proms and little-girl-cuteness is most unbecoming to a woman your age. Look in the mirror and love all of who you are." Wow! Amen