I first became aware that I was a Heartless Bitch in college, when a guy at a party called me a bitch after I responded to his explicit sexual remarks with a cold draft beer...on his head. Shockingly, to me (because I'd always considered myself a "nice girl"), I felt flattered.

I realized then that the term Bitch could be the purest flattery when it was uttered by a self-absorbed, juvenile (and stupid to boot), jackass who was attempting to embarrass me in front of his equally inane buddies.

This bitchiness has stood me in good stead for the last 15 years. I have since worked in two fields: sales, and presently, in a police agency, where the crucial ingredient for success has been to work my ass off, have huge ovaries, and stand up for myself with a wickedly sharp and funny tongue

As far as being a victim, I have never been victimized because I CHOOSE NOT TO BE A VICTIM. I would never allow anyone, male or female, to patronize me, stereotype me, hold me back from anything I want, or keep me down in any way. Life is full of choices, and you are only a victim if you CHOOSE to be one.

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