I think there was some special connection with the moms of young kids, too,
... and she forcefully defended them against every hint of male chauvinism, real or perceived. When we met in New York, I made a flippant remark at some point about how I hated ironing, and how I really
needed to find a girlfriend to get rid of this chore. She didn't hear, or chose to ignore, my irony, and got on my case with a vengance. Blatham later lamented dramatically. : "She's anti-men".
But she was not. And there was something in her delivery, even as she informed me in no uncertain terms that I'd better keep ironing my own shirts, that never left a doubt that she wasn't really
holding a grudge, and that made it impossible for me to be annoyed with her. I wish I remembered the exact wording of our dialogue, because it seemed so characteristic of her. But I don't.
If by any chance I should treat my yet-to-be-found girlfriend decently, she'll have to thank Noddy for it.