I am a Heartless Bitch because of an inborn, permanent inability to
kiss ass. This made me a lousy waitress and salesperson, but a pretty
good bartender. The great thing about being a bartender is that I'm
given professional license to unload on (or worse, cut off) any one
who rubs me the wrong way. A motorcycle is my vehicle of choice, and I
am frequently accosted by dog-faced frat boys and rednecks who say
things like. "can I have a ride?" Over. And over. And over. Another
fave is "Wow! A girl on a motorcycle!" I'm tempted to reply "Wow! An
imbecilic needle-dick in a truck!" Often I hold my tongue because
they're usually not worth the breath required to utter the response.
I generally don't honor unsolicited harassment by allowing any
sort of connection with me, i.e. anything resembling conversation.
I don't hate men. I try not to define myself by what or who I hate.
But I'm frequently launched into fits of disgust when I turn on the
TV set and watch even 5-10 minutes of an average sit-com or
advertisement. Daytime talk shows are the crown-jewel of such inanity.
The only thing worse than seeing men trivialize women is seeing
women trivialize THEMSELVES.
I am not the kind of Heartless Bitch
portrayed in soap operas. I cannot watch soap operas without spiraling
into a state of deep, inconsolable depression. The mass media's
depiction and manipulation of the female image makes me want to blow
things up. Big things. Sometimes I think there's no hope. It drives me
mad when I see my fellow females undermine their own credibility in
any way. We've been conditioned to apologize for ourselves, just for
BEING. This makes me sick.
I have been deemed a Heartless Bitch for years by people I hardly know
by virtue of the fact that I refuse to contort myself in order
to create a false appearance of harmless ineffectuality. I'm actually
quite effectual in my endeavors, and this alone, has often been grounds
for animosity amongst my peers ever since adolescence. As far as the
adolescent socialization, (particularly the gender-role brainwashing
aspect), I broke rank pretty early and haven't regretted it for a minute.
This, apparently makes me a Heartless Bitch. There are worse things...
MUCH worse things, like for instance, the Home Shopping Network.
FIN
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