Meet Ruth- she’s tiny but mighty. She’s intense, and somewhat quiet but may be one of the most intimidating women ever. Ruth grew up in a working class family but was brilliant, and ended up attending Cornell where she met her outgoing, gregarious husband - the first boy she’d ever dated who actually cared that she had a brain. This was the 50’s and, seeing that his wife was a disaster in the kitchen, Marty took up cooking and they never looked back. They had a child and then almost immediately her husband had to go to war for two years. So she waited until he got back to attend Harvard Law School, where Marty attended as well. During that time he battled testicular cancer, so she spent evenings keeping him up to date on his studies as well as maintaining her position at the top of her class, one year behind him. While being a mom. Badass. Ruth was smarter than most men she knew, yet had been treated as second class by most of them. She devoted much of what became an illustrious career to women’s rights, eventually serving as a figurehead for the cause as the second female Supreme Court Justice of the United States. Ruth joked that there would be enough female Supreme Court Justices when there were nine. 🔥
Meet Candi. She has been telling everybody since October 15th (casually, in passing, to everybody she comes in contact with) that she is done with her Christmas shopping. It’s almost as if she doesn’t realize that this will elicit praise and envy…almost. But the little sniff she makes at the end of her sentence is her poker tell. It gives her away that she’s just knowingly bragged and is anticipating a wave of self-satisfaction as the recipient dutifully gushes over Candi and her superior life choices.
Meet Mrs. Claws. You’re much more acquainted with her husband, of course, with his miraculous trip to each child on earth every Christmas. His distribution of that perfect gift that was exactly what was requested - the delight contained in the stockings Christmas morning. Oh, isn’t he exalted!
Meet Tina. She gets triggered easily, but she means well. Lately she’s been trying to clean up her language - for the kids. She’s learning how unsatisfying “gosh” and “darn” are. “Rats” is just completely off the table, and she’s on the fence about whether or not it’s ok to say “crap”.