Ignorance.

I hate to break it to you, Charlie, but any small deformities I have are the direct cause of my Mother being folic acid deficient in my earliest infancy.  And I have yet to meet a doctor that hasn’t thought I was not too deformed to hit on.  I’ve had to run from many an examination room, people.  I’d rather have a slight scoliosis than, say, Caroline Kennedy’s face!

When all the men in the family were finished fucking my Mother over, the women would habitually scapegoat the poor woman for her “mental illness”.  She wasn’t doing too well by the time I was born.  And even so, she did me the service of marrying my Dad before I was born.  That’s how strong she was.  I, too, married when I was 6 months pregnant with my first born— just as my own personal way of saying fuck you to anybody who helped break her.

Nice try, though.  Do they have any genes for heart problems, you sinewy old goat?

You stick your privilege in people’s faces when a bit of humility is in order, considering your position.  An ant does not fight back when an elephant strikes him.  Maybe it’s time for the elephant to step out of the living room, Charlie.