I'll give her a freebie, because this one interests me. My dad was a jackass ESFJ growing up. He had all the bad Fe I could handle; temper tantrums, rudeitude, rank and file, anger at the drop of a hat if you eat the last of the cheerios. His Highness showed me the worst of Fe.
Of course, as I finally escaped his house, I became a bad Fe. I felt I was entitled, I was undermotivated, I was easily the victim in every circumstance, etc., etc. I learned during that time that right and wrong didn't matter--only how well you could convince someone that your viewpoint was right. I became coniving, I manuvered, I was quickly heading toward the dark side of the force.
But the thing is, all of that time, I knew it. I knew what I was doing. That made me both doubly guilty, but also I had more leverage to get out of it. When I woke up, I began to surround myself with friends that cared about honor and righteousness again. I met my first INFP...albeit she wasn't healthy, and she broke my heart, but still. Fi rubbed off. Now I've got a few ENFPs around me that care enough to give me a piece of their mind from time to time, a mature ENTJ, and an INFJ too. I care about treating others with true respect now...I don't just look at people to see what I can get from them. I see people with the love that I would want to receive from them, but don't expect. I believe I'm developing real integrity (not all that fake ENFJ stuff). It's taken awhile, but I think I'm there.
So, there's a bunch of me in a nutshell. Depth is depth, and it's hard to express on fast forward, but you wanted ammunition against an ENFJ that you're dealing with (and probably like) irl, so you can all paint us with the broad brush that we're coniving lunitics out to get our way.
Guess what though, we have feeling too. Eat it INFP!
--Fuzzcrossed