I honestly think intelligent, rational thought is the most under-used
commodity in the United States today.
I get pissed off at people who
expect me to follow their political party line because they can repeat
the latest lame catch-phrase they pulled off the internet.
I get pissed
off at women who pretend they can't think because they think it looks
cuter, and will get them more men. I will not even bother talking to
anyone who thinks that using hackneyed phrases like "darling eyes" and
"ocean of tears" constitutes being poetic.
Women who think that it's
okay to patronize and belittle men solely on the basis of their gender
nauseate me. I have no patience for those women who think they are
feminists but center their worlds around their
husbands/boyfriends/whatever man they can find to fixate on that week.
I have no tolerance for people who do any of the following:
- forward endless spam messages (and honestly believe them, apparently) that promise to give them gift certificates for Victoria's Secret, or end all world hunger, or find the missing child, if you only send them to enough people. DUH. If I think the person is intelligent enough to use the resource, I send them to snopes.com or urbanlegends.com and tell them to do me the favor of looking it up before hitting "send".
- The strange notion that spelling, punctuation, and grammar rules do not have to be followed in e-mails or on bulletin boards.
- People who believe that typing in all caps in an email is going to somehow make it more worth my time to talk to them. My friend, the "delete" key, would like to disagree.
- sight/site/cite - learn the difference.
Why am I a Heartless Bitch? Maybe because I am absolutely *amazed* that
any of the things that I listed above are "Heartless Bitch" tendencies
at all. These are things I consider normal, human qualities - and yet
the expression of these traits has earned me the title of Heartless
Bitch on many occasions. Goddamn, the girl can stand up for herself! She
can think! She can express her opinions! She must be either a bitch or a
lesbian. (Right, of course...) So it looks like I will have to join the
Heartless Bitch club if I want to be authentic, if I want to call things
as you see them, and if I want to live MY life and not a prepackaged
Barbie(tm) life.
Well, frickin' hello! Stow the bridesmaids dresses and
matching mint-green pumps, and throw the pink "ladies' tool kit" out the
goddamn window. I would rather be a Heartless Bitch and know that I
still had something resembling a pulse than to live in THAT world.
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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