At a meeting of the female minds, (a smartypants book club of wickedly smart women … and me) it was with great apprehension, but not much delay, that I broke my own personal protocol of fake-it-until-I-make-it, when someone kindly asked about my darling teenage daughter. A bit too quickly, I revealed with much enthusiasm, how much I wanted to stab the little bitch with a fork. “She’s such a brat! All the