The accident a year and a half later that killed him, almost killed me and injured Jessie. Then we survived the flood in Grand Forks, North Dakota in April 1997. We got off the Titanic first. We can scare male bosses with mysterious gynecological disorder excuses. We can be groupies.
Male groupies are stalkers.
We can cry and get off speeding fines. We've never lusted after a cartoon character or the central figure in a computer game. Taxis stop for us. We don't look like a frog in a blender when dancing. New lipstick gives us a whole new lease on life.