Defence/Offense

I do not understand why my mother always assumes that the whole world except her own flesh and blood is right / to be defended.
The small things are irritating enough - but people say.. but what will they think... but what if they talk...

So her supervisor borrows one of my gowns (vintage, Patrick Cox, houndstooth retro) and manages to mangle it when washing (not dry-cleaning, even though this is obviously a delicate fabric)
and I ask - what does she(the supervisor) plan to do?
'Oh but she feels very sorry.'
'Does she intend to compensate?'
'Oh but the dress was already in a bad condition and she feels very sorry.'
'Does she intend to compensate?'
' ...Oh. She already explained that ..... '

What the bloody BUAY3 ZI 3DONG3.

My anger is exarcebated by the compromise that my mother makes, her lack of at least making some sort of pathetic case for me. It is not about the dress. It is about that supervisor's lack of taking responsibilty (over and over and over again, I meet these people everywhere not taking responsibility) The lack of defending one's flesh and blood. The bloody Buay Zi Dong Syndrome I keep encountering.

Wake up your idea people.

I should join the army. Guns. Shouting. People who obey orders.
Yeah.