Dasanti
I'm a Heartless Bitch because if I set a goal for myself, I go for it
with everything I have. No, I don't care if that means I have to walk around
you, or even over you. I don't care if you decide to saddle me with a backpack
that weighs fifty kilos (I can always swing it at anyone that repeatedly gets in
my way), and I don't care if you don't think that it's an appropriate goal. My
life, my decisions, and if you try to make them for me, I'm just going to smile,
nod and snark.
Apart from that, I'm a Heartless Bitch because I don't think that anyone's
penis is the be-all and end-all. Oh, you have a penis? That's nice. My panties
don't say "Present penis for removal of obstacles", and you know why? That's
because I'm unimpressed. You're going to need more -- way, way more -- than just
a penis if you want any action, thanks.
Oh, and I've definitely been called a Bitch for speaking my mind.
Apparently having opinions *gasp* and expressing them is a bad thing. Such as
the time that a girl in the library was going on very loudly about her perfect,
perfect boyfriend and how they were having a perfect, perfect, relationship and
uptalking like she was trying to parody herself - I told her to kindly shut up
because some of us were trying to study, and got accused of being bitter. Woe.
Can you imagine me being bitter because some air-headed bimbo doesn't know what
an indoor voice is?
...Admittedly, if she'd accused me of being pissed off instead of bitter, I
wouldn't have argued the point, but still demanded that she kept the details of
her life to herself, or shared them outside. Because, oddly enough, people do
exist that are more interested in studying than hearing the 411 on other
people's love lives.
Of course, the most ironic part was that she accused me of infringing on
her First Amendment rights, while I was studying for a course entitled 'Freedom
of Speech and the Right to Dissent'. I had to inform her that actually, the
First Amendment begins "Congress shall make no law", and that seeing as I'm not
a member of Congress (yet), I wasn't doing anything except pointing out that
there were probably people clear across the globe who now knew her boyfriend's
favorite sexual position.
She shut up in the end, so score one for the Bitches out there.
And if that victory doesn't give me Bitch credentials, I'll console myself
with Marx's quotation, "I do not wish to belong to any club that would accept me
as a member". Then get over it, and go back to whatever I feel like
doing.
Country: United States of America
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