Carly
I used to be one of those foolish women who subscribed to the notion that being a Bitch was something to shy away from, something that no decent, self respecting woman should ever want to identify with; I subscribe to such folly no longer. I am a fiercely proud Bitch and a I have a sexist, knuckle dragging Neanderthal to thank for my new found self actualization.
The aforementioned Neanderthal was a man that I was unfortunate enough to date on not one, but two separate occasions. Conversation and laughter flowed, along with the wine. I felt we connected on an emotional, physical and most importantly, intellectual level, and that perhaps I had finally found a man that matched me. I was wrong. Apparently, such similarities are undesirable for a man in search of a partner; he did not want a woman that ever made him question his own intelligence as that is what his male friends were for. My response? It is not my fault that you are too insecure about your intellect that you are threatened by an intelligent, self sufficient and confident woman who doesn't NEED a man to complete her, and one who will not settle for anything less than an equal. His response? Only Bitches destined for spinsterhood think like that.
If desiring an equal in a partner makes me a Bitch, then so be it. If refusing to dumb myself down in order to be more attractive, or if having strong political, moral and social outlooks and not being afraid to express them, or if telling people who offend my sense of being that I don't want them to be near me or telling people who are unnecessarily rude that they're assholes, makes me a Bitch, then so be it. I am a Bitch, and I love every minute of it.
Also, I'm also clearly a verbose and long-winded Bitch.
Country: Australia
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