Born to a Northern race with sturdy legs and child bearer's hips, daughter to an excessively (for her own good) intelligent yet unclinging woman.
Heterosexual, split up with a (mean laughter at will) dream hunk only to
realize he never existed outside my lurve-ridden retinae.
Today, almost 35, overeducated, underpaid, constantly getting annoyed by universal stupidity.
At the risk of revealing the pathetic quality of my ideology: my thesis was entitled "Death or marriage: Female selfishness and autonomy".
Living in an era when foetuses and concentration camp survivors represent the ideal phenotype of a female of the species. Hence: come to the conclusion that if you stutter, don't speak.
And fucking happy with it.
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Living in an era when foetuses and concentration camp survivors represent the ideal phenotype of a female of the species. Hence: come to the conclusion that if you stutter, don't speak.
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Reasons for being a Heartless Bitch:
As the only female in a large family, I perfected the art of Heartless
Bitchiness at an early age. There is nothing in my life that I haven't
worked hard to earn; my character, my knowledge and education, my
possessions, and my status in my family. I am secure in who I am and
refuse to change anything about myself to suit someone else.
I respect all men and women who approach me with a non-judgmental,
intelligent attitude, and who are genuinely interested in sharing
experience and knowledge, no matter how simple. I have had many
experiences in dealing with men who appear to think that my business
moxie is inappropriate, or that I should be a nice girl and behave myself.
Every one of them has learned very quickly what it's like to feel silly
and that what's beneath my skirt hem has not a damn thing to do with what's
being discussed.
In discussing the prospect of having children with my spouse, I declared:
I will use my body as host, as I'm capable of that. I will also compromise
my career temporarily to take care of them. However; you will need to
compensate me for my loss in earnings and, if at any point, you decide
you want to leave, you have to take the kids with you. He's still kicking
around and he doesn't hesitate to warn anyone who will listen: It's best
not to mess with her; it'll take you into your next lifetime to figure out
out just exactly what happened to you.
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