Bitch Ph.D. educates her boy on gender politics, fashion, and the delicate art of diplomacy.
I don't know if I'm more impressed that she helped her son polish his nails and sent him to school with the manicure, or that she was able to convince him not to belabor the point by arguing with the snotty little girl who told him "boys can't paint their nails," once he'd showed her that he could and did. I think the latter. How many of us supposed adults understand about quitting while we're ahead? Or that it's more important that we and our loved ones know who we are and can express it freely than to prove it to some random, snotty stranger?