Like so many “womens libbers”, Jill had a caricature image of what a man should be and how she could compete.
All snarl. Always a badass, never a buddy.
Each day she stomped into the news room with fangs barred: an Alpha male to dominate all the metrosexual men at the Times
She barred her fangs at Pinch and got punched.
More a slap with the back of the wrist, I reckon.