Mari
I'm a Heartless Bitch because I believe that being endowed with
Y-chromosome does not automatically mean one was also endowed with extra math,
science or logic abilities. Likewise, having two X-chromosomes doesn't
automatically endow one with supernatural dishwashing skills or inborn
care taking abilities.
I'm a PhD student and will hopefully someday be Dr. Mari. I'm a Heartless
Bitch because I honestly believe that I can succeed as both a mother and a
neuroscientist, and that my skills in the lab and my ability to think through
complex problems were acquired through the same routes as my male lab mates. On
the other hand, I know, yet refuse to accept, that I will likely be paid less
than they are, and will probably not reach tenure as quickly as them with whom I
work. Despite that, I also know that have a latent superwoman in me--I
can be good looking *and* smart without feeling like I can only appreciate one
or the other. I don't have to play dumb to be appreciated; neither do I have to
be a prude or dress like a school marm to have my intellect noticed. I CAN have
it all, or a reasonable likeness, and I can have it without sleeping with my
boss (or in this case, my committee members), marrying for money, or acting like
a bubblehead.
I understand that the simple act of identifying myself as a Heartless Bitch
gives me power to accept that I am one. What do I mean? I mean that the man who
called me a Bitch for expecting him and my two teenagers to wash their own
clothes because I was busy with my own laundry, the laundry of three younger
kids, classes, teaching, and researching was correct--if I allow for his
definition of the word. If my expectations were, by his definition,
Bitchy--then I accept the title with honor and no longer need to be offended. If
the department-head asshole who told me I couldn't do a PhD AND be a good mother
and advised I "just get a masters" until my children were all grown up (the
youngest was 5 years old) believed I was being Heartless and Bitchy for simply
applying, well, then so be it. If the mechanic who tried to convince me that
after four hours of "extensive testing" he had come to the undeniable, ironclad
conclusion that my starter was completely useless--if he thought I was a Bitch
when I suddenly decided to check my fuses in front of him and realized the
problem was a simple $0.69 fuse, bring it on! If he thought I was "Heartlessly
taking food from [his] childrens' mouths" when I refused to pay for the four
hours of "labor," well so be it--I'm a Heartless Bitch and proud of
it!
I'm a Heartless Bitch, according to Mr.-Can't-Do-Laundry (and now,
according to ME) because I teach my boys to respect men AND women and I teach my
girls to do the same. I'm a Bitch because after car salesman decided my breasts
were my eyes and spoke only to them, I spoke only to his dick and then turned my
back on him when he tried to respond, telling him that I thought I'd remove the
distractions and that he'd have much better luck talking to the back of my head
I'm a bigger Bitch because my two teenage boys were present for the interaction
and I discussed with them afterwards exactly what offended me.
I am a Heartless Bitch because I expect, deserve, and demand to be treated
like the Heartless Bitch that I am. I will settle for no less. In return, I
treat fellow Heartless Bitches (even the male ones!) with respect and openly
appreciate the contribution to the World of Bitchiness!
I'm a Bitch because I recognize that I have faults and weaknesses and will
try to "fix" what I think needs to be fixed, but will spend a greater proportion
of the time championing myself and playing to my strengths.
I make my own success and conversely, am responsible for my own
failures. And proudly, I am a total, 100% Heartless Bitch.
Country: United States of America
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