I would like to start an official movement to replace the prevalence of manpain in fiction with granpain.
A grandmother’s boyfriend is left dead in her apartment. She cradles the body tenderly. Her face hardens. SHE WILL GET HER REVENGE.
A grandmother stands on a roof, in a billowy leather coat. A single perfect tear trickles down her cheek — but when she turns around to confront her ten attackers, there is no trace of it.
“No,” says a grandmother, when her grandchildren attempt to dissuade her from her lonely path of vigilante justice, and turns her sad, noble profile to the side. “I work alone.”
A grandmother stares stoically at the smoking remains of the yarn store - her stitch’n’bitch group has been brutally massacred in one senseless act of violence. Taking a firmer grip on her needles, she vows vengeance.
Ok, yes on every level.
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Lillian Gish and a couple of well-read friends!