Oh it is so on right now. Your plucky heroine is in full battle rattle* today (St. John’s knit sheath, 4″ snakeskin stilettos, graduated pearl necklace, eat it*). I have a long-overdue throw-down with a local self-styled tough** and I’ve been waiting a mighty long time. Yankette Smash!
*Yes, I know that’s a dated and lame phrase.
**Hey, Glass House, don’t you judge how I pump myself up. At least it’s not Cheetos and Tang.
***I am fully aware this is one of those moments that Me In Twenty Years will look back on, and with a knowing chuckle, mutter, “God, I was so dramatic when I was a kid.” Shut up, MITY. No one cares.