Lydia
I am a Heartless Bitch because I have:
1. Thus far eschewed "relationships" since men I've dated think it's
attractive to boast about being "traditional," which means they demand domestic
duties of a girlfriend, when they aren't willing to put up their end of the
bargain (i.e., my parents--if mom was doing domestic duties, dad brought home
the bacon, fixed shit around the house and was giving her good dick regularly.
If you can't/won't perform the latter (because that's what that whole exchange
is anyway--a performance or charade of designated sex roles), why the fuck would
I ever think about cooking for your dumb ass, especially since you opened your
mouth and proved you are a selfish dick.
2. I am a Heartless Bitch because I love sex on my own terms. Loving sex is
not unusual or a HB quality in itself, but it has disturbed many a man, who see
sex as a leverage tool. I have kicked men out of my house for not giving me head
because "they're saving that for marriage," but think women who won't give them
blowjobs are insecure about their sexuality. Then, when I call them on their
bullshit and attempt to manipulate me, I am called a Bitch, after which I thank
them, and show them the door (and show their ass my foot).
3.I am a Heartless Bitch because I won't apologize for being a single,
fabulous, intelligent woman around my married friends, where my single status
represents arrogance (refusal to conform) and what must also be my aberrant
sexuality. I won't sigh with envy and pretend your newborn, drooling, living
vacuum of money, attention and youthful vigor represents the culmination of my
identity as a woman. The fact that the thought of holding the mess of your loins
against my breast makes me ill should be apparent in the fact that I have never
attended a single baby shower, and never will. If and when I choose to allow a
man to impregnate me, it will not be celebrated in the presence of fawning
clones who compare their levels of success with the number of minivans, linen,
and Williams-Sonoma utensils they've collected while wearing tapered jeans and
Alfred Dunner sweater sets.
4. I am a Heartless Bitch because I do all of #1-5 with style. It is
unnerving and intimidating to many. People have mentioned my self-possession and
personal style in a derisive tone--"you ALWAYS look cute" (sounding exasperated,
not complementing). How am I supposed to compete with that?" (are we in a
goddamn competition? I didn't get the memo) --when I am a bargain-hunting
cheapskate who has learned how to look good on a budget. The perks of being
stylish: Men have given me any number of lame come-ons, and I have caught women
looking me up and down out of the corner of their eyes when I walk into a room.
I am no more beautiful or wealthy than they are, except that I buy clothes that
fit, am creative in my choices and carry myself confidently. It terrifies
the shit out of people, and I love it. My outside expresses my inside. I fucking
love myself, and that is why I am a Heartless Bitch--women are socialized for
self-hatred.
Some folks I know are living a symphony of dysfunction--can't think/act for
themselves, found themselves living someone else's dream, blame other people for
their bullshit, end up in situations they can't escape because of poor
choices--but I don't think it's too late for people to see the alternatives and
have their worldview shook up!
Country: United States of America
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