The other night I was walking home with dinner for J and me when it hit me: I'm incorrigible. I'm not super bad, but I do resent and resist any attempts to rein me in.
A few minutes later, as J and I were eating our sushi, she said, "Gregory says I'm incorrigible."
"Hey, I was just thinking that about myself. Just now." J gives me an odd look.
"He must have meant it as a compliment," I said. "Be flattered."
"So it's similar to 'Well-behaved women rarely make history'"? she asked.
Exactly. It's time to behave a little badly, raise some hell and if it's not too late take our country back.