Katie
I'll open with a short anecdote regarding what is very possibly my
first "Heartless Bitch" moment:
One day in pre-school a little boy is going on and on about how "special"
his mother is and how "special" his little baby brother is and how happy he is
to have a brother and not a sister.
It just so happens that I was adopted by my parents from the state of
Pennsylvania, and at that young age was vaguely aware of what being adopted
meant.
I say to this little boy, who clearly was pissing me off.
"Well where did your brother come from? Your mommy's stomach, or from
Pennsylvania?"
He tells me his mommy's stomach.
To which I reply "Well your brother isn't special then, only babies from
Pennsylvania are special"
That was really just the beginning of what has been a fantastic journey of
swimming backwards, feet first, upstream and to the left in the river that is
life.
I won't sit here and pretend that it has been a really rough or difficult
journey, because I have been lucky enough to be generally surrounded (so far) by
people who respect the fact that I am a Heartless Bitch. I hold people to their
word. I call them out when they are being hypocritical. I tell men and women
alike things that they may not want to hear, but absolutely need to. Because of
these traits, many people gravitate towards me for advice. I don't really
mind this in the least, but experience has taught me to predicate my advice with
a warning that what you are about to hear may make you hate me, or just feel
like a total idiot. Reality is a sour apple that most people need to take a
giant bite out of. Most don't have the balls, so I suppose they come to me
hoping I can shove it down their throat instead.
As I have gotten older and into the "real world" outside of college, I have
realized that being a Heartless Bitch is more difficult than it was before. I
have been confronted by all these ludicrous ways in which society expects a
woman to act in the workplace, in bars, and on the street. I can't talk to loud
or too much, have too many opinions etc. You know what, I am sick of women
whining about these facts. If you stopped mindlessly complying with them, they
would cease to exist. So, while life in the real world after college has been an
eye-opener, it hasn't changed the way I act. If people don't like it, I figure I
wouldn't like them anyway.
So, I love being a Heartless Bitch in every sense of the term. I am not
mean, I am not nasty, I just stand up for my principles and hold other people
too them as well. If this makes me what society loves to term "a Heartless
Bitch" then so be it. I rather be a Heartless Bitch than a packet of
sweet-and-low.
Country: United States of America
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