I hereby nominate Amanda Enayati for an Honorary Harpyship—plus Badass of the Year award—for her Salon article entitled “My Relentless Pursuit of the Guy Who Robbed Me.” Well, not for the article so much as for the badassery detailed therein.
See, Amanda Enayati’s car was broken into outside her San Francisco home. The stolen items: wallet, credit cards, Blackberry, GPS nav system, papers, things her kids had made her and more. But little did the thief know, he had messed with the wrong woman. Says Enayati:
See, aspiring thief, you just never know what you’re stepping into when you hit up a random car on a random street. However badass you think you may be, there is someone on the other side of the robbery. And in this particular case it was someone who escaped the Iranian Revolution as a child; who roamed the world alone for five years because her parents couldn’t get out; who watched from a dozen blocks away as the twin towers crumbled; who had just barely clawed her way out of that concentration camp known as late-stage cancer, if only because she was intent on raising her babies, come hell or high water. And all of this before she even turned 40. Can you see how that someone might be way more twisted than you?
Fuck. Yeah. And then she used Craigslist, a dating site, a reverse e-mail finder, MySpace and McDonald’s to hunt him down.
Read the entire account here. You will not be disappointed.