This might come as a shock to some, but I'm no purring kitten when it comes to defending and protecting what's mine. Five inch Louboutin's or not, my claws would be out like a rabid animal fighting to the death if I or any of those close to me were under attack. 

J and my husband never dated. They never had any romantic interludes nor was there even suggestion of same. He was interested in and actually dated one of her non-burka wearing friends while studying abroad in France. This much is clear: he had no interest in J, whatsoever. Apparently, she was--and I use his precise description--"hideous." They would email back and forth about school and the like and that was it. All this somehow became morphed in J's head to mean that they were something special. In fact, when I stepped in and contacted her to stop emailing my then-boyfriend because he was unequivocally taken, she responded that they were in "love," that they were a perfect "match" and to ice that cake, that she was "engaged" to him. Having been dating my husband then for over a year, clearly none of this was acceptable.  

My rabid claws came out. I armed myself with a European calling card, snooped out her phone number and promptly called this misinformed lunatic. She claimed to "no speak English" but then allowed her sister to talk to me instead. Her sister, sipping on the same crazy juice as J, sang the same tune. I told her to back off, in less than polite terms. J just couldn't understand how he could have found another "partner" because she thought they were "good" together. Well, you thought wrong lady. After I set her straight on the phone, I followed up with an equally colorful confirmation email. J's only response: "received." J's not contacted my husband ever since.

This sort of protecting what's mine mentality was clearly seen in Rupert Murdoch's wife, Wendi Deng's, lunge across Murdoch's own assistant to smack the living daylights out of the would-be shaving cream pie thrower. If you haven't yet seen the video clip of this precise, athletic smack-down, it's a must see. The goofy comedian (or anyone else for that matter) should think twice about trying to harm Rupert Murdoch in the future. Wendi acted like a cheetah in heat, pouncing with claws out for blood onto the jerk who had the gall to disrupt an official legal hearing. Wendi, the Yale grad and mother of two of Murdoch's kids, has been married to the mogul almost twice her senior, for more than 12 years. This being the billionaire's third wife, this woman knew exactly what she had to do and she executed it perfectly in a split second. 

Quick reflexes, a ferocious protective instinct, or even vicious anger, whatever it was, it's sometimes necessary to be put on display. Well played, Wendi, well played!!!