As we were raising our daughters unwittingly yet willingly, we raised them teaching them diversity. My husband told me to never call him a liberal. So, instead I said, “You were a feminist before I was.” He didn’t seem to mind that. You see the word liberal to my husband who was born in 1956 meant someone who was not dedicated to democracy. Kind of like when my dad would call someone a ‘pinko-liberal-commy’. I didn’t buy into that. And today my husband would be considered a liberal, but its not a bad thing. And as luck would have it, this former US Marine, their mother—one of our daughters recently called me, a “Femi-Nazi”. I would have laughed if I didn’t think she was so serious and needed some corralling on her accusation. I gently caressed her verbiage that day. It’s not that her mother mostly considered ‘The Bad Cop’ of her two parents had gone soft. Its that now I had to play the roll of her deceased father and being mom too. So, our daughters now get a two-fer in one p...
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