I am a Heartless Bitch because those with two-year-old bodies and
minds of according capacity amuse me, but those with adult bodies and
2-year-old minds infuriate me.
Once a certain Asshole of the "nobler sex" decided to email me about
my webpage (about a character who's presently too neurotic to be a
Heartless Bitch, but has lots of potential) and decided he knew me just
because he'd seen my HTML skills, and as soon as I realized he was
treating me like a crack whore, I stopped replying to him, trashed all
his email messages, and deleted the messages he posted to my board. And
if he ever bugs me again, I'm going to string him up by his electronic
balls.
I have NO patience for "people" who think "happiness" means the white
picket fence and puke-white house in the suburbs, with a gainfully
employed husband and two or three (or more) obnoxious children that you
gave up your career to raise.
I do NOT put up with guys who think that by dressing appropriately
for the weather, I give them permission to leer at me and make
disgusting remarks, but then call me a frigid prude when I cover myself
up to fend off their advances.
My stomach turns when men are turned on by bisexual women such as
myself with the hopes that we'll get into a threesome with him. Get
yourself a couple of inflatable dolls, asshole.
I can't stand women who pretend to be feminists but then give the
feminist movement a bad name by whining their way out of hard work,
saying "Make the guys do it, they're stronger!"
When I want something done, I do it, and I don't need help from men,
or women who are "more together" than myself.
I didn't let pity for my ex-boyfriend stop me from getting him
completely out of my life. Sure, I feel bad for him, but that doesn't
change the fact that he needs to grow up and learn to deal with people
on his own.
I NEVER let strange men buy me drinks, because then they think they
own me for the rest of the night. I prefer to drive myself home, thank
you.
I saw Titanic to watch the ship sink, and see Leonardo DiCaprio's
scrawny little ass go down with it! Agh, I can't believe women my age,
whom I previously believed to be intelligent and independent, find him
sexy.
I refuse to subscribe to the idea that weakness equals femininity,
and strength is improper for women.
I'd like to stab the next doctor, with his own surgical scalpel, who
performs a "prophylactic mastectomy" on some woman who's been led to
believe that her body is a quarry for disease, and kick around that
woman who let her doctor do that to her. If you tell a man he needs his
balls cut off because his father, grandfather, and great-grandfather all
died of testicular cancer, he'll say "Get the hell away from me." With
good reason.
Finally, I decide when, where, with whom, and if I have sex. If I
reject you, just accept that you didn't make the cut and get on with
your life, schmuck.
