Eileen
I am a Heartless Bitch because when a guy holds a door open for me, I give him the benefit of the doubt and presume he is simply being courteous to his fellow person. When I hold the door for him and he refuses to pass through it, I take serious offense. I only decided not to play rugby because it conflicted with my science courses. On the other hand, I conscientiously chose to attend a school without a football team, in order to avoid the cavemen that one finds where such sexist rituals as the modern football game are practiced. I have never had a boyfriend or girlfriend, and unless someone (available) better than most of what I've seen comes along, that's not about to change. It's not ideal, but I am also perfectly capable of getting around without a bicycle, and I do. I'm not afraid to point out sexism, or any other kind of bigotry, when I see it. This includes in close friends, who of course have gotten used to it. If all my friends had to be free of sexism, I would have no friends; but that does not mean I have to ignore it.
I've not had to fend off many overly forward, er, suitors, perhaps because I don't frequent chat rooms or bars, and surely in part because I purposely chose an androgynous AIM name. Moreover, I don't behave as if my sole purpose is to attract sexual partners. I don't shave my legs or wear makeup, or otherwise try to appear different from the way I am, except perhaps for Halloween. I am myself and anyone worth considering must like me for who I am, not my skill in playing up to them.
"So I'm not a hairless ape after all. Why should I be?"
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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