I was raised in a chauvanistic home which my mother perpetuated, not knowing anything different. As the only daughter, I picked up after my brothers and resented it tremendously. But I finally got my reward. This little story may seem a little ugly to some of y'all but a girl has got to get what she deserves to get and if she's gotta take it, so be it.
After our mother passed away, it naturally became my responsibility to pack up her things. The fact that I live in Georgia and my mother was in Chicago, along with all three brothers, made no difference. I took three days off from work, made the trip and, as my mother was a collector, she had tons of crystal and other glassware, fun and funny little knickknacks, nothing of any great value but I have seen a few pieces on the HGTV antique show, and I packed up and shipped back to Georgia every little thing of hers that I wanted. There was no meeting, no division of things. I just took what I wanted and felt justified in doing it. The brothers didn't give me too hard a time about it. They didn't dare.