Sutterfield
"Why are you such a fucking Heartless Bitch?" they ask. I take a moment to preen after such a lovely compliment, and then I say:
Because someone's gotta represent this gender with some goddamned dignity, and poofy-haired, vapid, spritz-head, DINKS are just NOT up to par.
Because "Titanic" made me puke.
Because there's more charisma, intellect, talent and genius in Inga Muscio's (author of "Cunt: A Declaration of Independence") itty bitty pinky toe than in Jenny McCarthy and Jewel combined and then multiplied three trillion times.
Because fat people CAN BE and ARE beautiful, because you've gotta have something in her head to love as well as on her body, because smart IS sexy, and if you don't think so, then I'm not responsible for your sad, desiccated, lackluster relationships, your failed trophy marriages, and your miserable mid-life.
Because I AM LOUD. Because I will tell you where you should stick that bigotry of yours.
Because I will fight for the rights of BITCHES EVERYWHERE.
And cuz I'm just one helluva fucking woman. Yep.
Yep. And I'm a Heartless Bitch to boot (stupid people in the ass).
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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