All while I was growing up I wanted Strong Female Characters in my media, and I would go to libraries and video rental stores and Borders and ask for books with Strong Female Characters, and they would hand me Gone With The Wind.

And I would say, this lady isn't strong.

And they would say, but look at what she endures! Look at her character!!

And I, a child, would stare at the incredibly, woefully, cripplingly stupid individual saying this and decide they were simply too small-minded to understand what a Strong Female Character was.

Now, decades later and still immeasurably disappointed by the definition of a Strong Female Character, have come up with a way to say it that hasn't been claimed by idiots:

Can she kick my ass? No?

4: Does anyone in your family speak a language that you don’t?

my cousin, aunt and mom all speak spanish and i can understand a lot since it’s somewhat similar to portuguese but i can’t.....speak it. also an uncle lives in germany and speaks, well, german

7: Your favourite word in your native language.

saudade, saudade, saudade

12: If you could pick one language to learn automatically without having to work for it, which language would you choose?

Now see, big bro, if you're gonna bet on fights, you should really do your research on the fighter. I mean that's just basic common sense right? Let me walk you through my last three fights:

These two tradies thought they'd pick on the new kid. "Only messing" they said. Well now they know messing. Front-kicked the skinny one into the tree, so at least he got to break his fall. Went harder on the older guy since he oughta know better. Suplexed him over the side. He might be dead. Really not sure, I didn't hang around.

Now this motherfucker put up a fight. Did you know Mom had this piece on the side? Caught him sneaking out of her bedroom one night while Dad was away. Not that I care, Mom deserves to be happy, but he called me that word I can't stand. You know the one, bro. Loser. You used to call me that. But see, now, I never lose. I make sure of it. He took me down and beat my face bloody, but all it did was make me angry. I flipped him over, got on top and pounded his face into fucking hamburger. Mom pulled me off him and took him to the hospital, but trust me, his "pretty boy" days are over.

That leaves the Marine. The fucking Marine. I mean I admit I doubted myself when this fucker took me on. A lotta training, fit as shit, strong too. But see what's the main thing they get drilled into 'em in the service? Hierarchy. All you really gotta do is show 'em who's in charge. He was licking his own blood off my fucking boots by the end.

So that's the background, big bro. I'd say the odds are pretty long. So I guess you have to ask yourself: Do you feel lucky? Huh? Do ya? Punk?