One of my grandmothers had to shave every day. The other could precisely launch a tobacco-infused load of drool/spit across the living room, directly into the coal-fueled fireplace with an accuracy the smart bombs of today would envy. 
Both of my parents were US Marines during WWII, and the fact that my Mom outranked my Dad, made for some spirited discussions.
I was partially housebroken by strong women.
I come from sturdy, if somewhat diverse stock.
That’s why I am who I am.
Oh, that shaving grandmother? She would have been better off hitting the old razor twice a day.
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