My dear deceased grandmother used to talk about people “fagging off” (slacking off, not trying, being a wuss—you get it). The toughest woman I’ve ever met. Beaten by her alcoholic dad as a kid, raised her siblings when her mom died (she never graduated middle school even), raised kids of her own, and then raised two of her grandkids after the mom became a druggie. I never heard her complain one time and, the most amazing part, she kept a sense of humor until the day she died.
They don’t make them—men or women—like that any more.
Times have really changed.
My dear deceased grandmother used to talk about people “fagging off” (slacking off, not trying, being a wuss—you get it). The toughest woman I’ve ever met. Beaten by her alcoholic dad as a kid, raised her siblings when her mom died (she never graduated middle school even), raised kids of her own, and then raised two of her grandkids after the mom became a druggie. I never heard her complain one time and, the most amazing part, she kept a sense of humor until the day she died.
They don’t make them—men or women—like that any more.