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Liz Smith | 06/13/2008 12:00 am

Liz Smith's Father Told Her Not to Fight Fair

Liz Smith

My father was very feisty and temperamental. He was little, 5’6”, so he had to scrap his way through life, especially since he had a girl’s name, Sloan. He often said to us: “If anyone messes with you, don’t try to fight fair. Just grab a wrench or a pipe or a rock and knock their brains out. Survive!”

My mother would cry when he said this because she believed in turning the other cheek. She was Mrs. Non-Violence. Hung between Scylla and Charybdis. I have never been able to do the correct thing when it comes to taking advice.

 

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Frannie Em
Ms Liz - I love that. Knock ‘em out first and then the problem is solved.
By Frannie Em on 06/13/2008 12:36 am
beth willis
Liz Smith, my dad was a man of few words, but I still can hear his encouragement,”You never know ‘til you try.” And the advice that shouted out the loudest, “Don’t never assume nothin’”. That grammar was like fingernails on a chalkboard to my mom, but, you know, “Please do not ever assume anything,” just doesn’t pack the same wallop. English teacher that I was, I still taught my children, “Don’t never assume nothin”……….the double negative seemed like swearing to my kids, and they loved it. At my dad’s funeral a few years ago, my son told the story of how my dad always encouraged him in his struggles with golf in high school. Josh said that after all sorts of instructions about changing his grip, adjusting his feet, choosing the right club, my dad finally said, “And you need to wear the right kind of hat; good guys always wear white hats. That could be just the answer.” Then Josh fought back the tears, as I do now, and said,”My granddad always wore a white hat. He was one of the good guys.” Happy Father’s Day.
By beth willis on 06/13/2008 2:07 pm
mitzi morris
When I was 15 my dad told me not to believe any guys that told me how great or beautiful I was. He had a natural distrust. He urged me to find a friend in a man first, then felt love would follow. I did not follow his advice.
By mitzi morris on 06/13/2008 7:34 pm
mitzi morris
When I was 15 my dad told me not to believe any guys that told me how great or beautiful I was. He had a natural distrust. He urged me to find a friend in a man first, then felt love would follow. I did not follow his advice.
By mitzi morris on 06/13/2008 7:34 pm
Liza D 08 .... beta
Ms. Liz, Your father was right … if I had an indian name it would be stands with fist! I like you Ms. Liz … you are a tough, cut to the chase and don’t BS me kind of woman. One might think you were raised on the streets! You will be so proud of me next week Ms. Liz … I promise there is a story here! And the best part is your personal touch. I have changed my name more than once on this site … you will know me in the end. I LOVE YOU! I love the TONY SMACK DOWN … don’t s. jacoby here you say smackdown … LOL! By the way that new book by Susan Jacoby The Age Of American Unreason is really something! :) my shotzie doxie says “hey”!
By Liza D 08 .... beta on 06/14/2008 12:35 am
Liza D 08 .... beta
Ms. Smith, I do not mean to say you were raised on the streets. What I meant was … the way you write about “the main events” lets everyone know what happen and how it happened. The way you write is *eloquent and easy on the eyes . I read you and I can feel what you speak of yet I can not quite see. I am always craning my neck when I tag along with you. *eloquent writing and easy on the eyes reading is powerful …
By Liza D 08 .... beta on 06/15/2008 2:44 am
Kay Sara
Liz, My Dad was 5’6” Siciian - tough struck fear in the hearts of men. I was told guys on the.assembly line would swallow thier cigarettes as my Dad walked by. He told me”sometimes you have to get down to some peoples level”.
By Kay Sara on 06/14/2008 10:17 am