Dear, dear readers, I’ve been dealing with a whole lot of stupid lately (including a student who was convinced I was out to get her and just finding out that I’m not getting paid at one of my jobs). It’s bad enough having to handle it at all, but worse, it’s pulling my attention away from my duties, my family, and my blog-family, too. I don’t like it one bit. And while I don’t advocate yelling, I have been daydreaming of elegant and/or devastating retaliations and razor-sharp letters of resignation.
Alas, I am no Carrie White, and I’m far too familiar with l’esprit d’escalier, so they will probably remain only daydreams. But I do love a good revenge story. The Shawshank Redemption, The Color Purple, Wharton’s Kerfol, even Euripides’s Medea, as horrible as hers is.
So indulge me, if only to keep me from submitting my two-weeks-notice this afternoon. In today’s FFT, I invite you to share your favorite revenge story, whether it’s from a film or literary source or your own life. Have you ever savored the salty tang of personally delivered justice? Watched a wrongdoer get their comeuppance while you took the day? Reveled in a long-deferred spotlight and noted others seething with jealousy or longing? I want all the gory details.