Bad*ss

Amongst the scatterings of feminists and liberals, I tour the castles of Bryn Mawr College, my best friend Nermeen as my guide. I am introduced to a few of her blonde friends. I approve of these girls; Nermeen has good taste in friends. At the end of our evening, as we pour ourselves her homemade granola, one more friend find us. Apparently Nermeen's told stories about me, because instead of the usual “hello, how do you do,” she looks me in the eye and says “you’re such a bad*ss.” She has happy eyes and a smile. I hug her.