I was sitting on the kitchen floor at a friend’s house party this past weekend, nursing a cold beverage and occasionally chipping in my two cents to the conversation about personal lives or lack thereof. I was bemoaning my status as wallpaper (that is, in the background and generally unnoticed) to those whom I find attractive and the rest of the ladies offered up sympathetic murmuring and slow head nods of the kind usually found in chick flick Bonding Moments. Then I took a long swill of my cold beverage, shrugged, and growled, “Screw ‘em all. I can take care of myself in the woods.”
It was at that moment I realized that I’d truly become a Strong Female Character.