One of the finest compliments anyone ever paid me occurred a couple of decades ago. A coworker and I were talking at lunch about reading bedtime stories to our sons. We had both just finished The Wind in the Willows. I observed that another coworker, a free-spirited fellow who loved sailing, was very much like Ratty. She agreed, and then she compared me to Mr. Badger.
When I asked her why, she said that she admired my stubborn willingness to stick up for principles and to protect coworkers from some abusive managers who she compared to the stoats and weasels.
I suppose that I am stubborn, and I am willing to take a cudgel to a stoat or weasel or any other kind of bully. Maybe the blogosphere could use a few badgers.
Or maybe not.