Mary
I'm infinitely tired of being expected to act like a "lady." I'm from
the Deep(-ly Revolting) South originally, and unfortunately "being a
lady" was a major concern for my parents (and by that I of course mean
my father). Daddy was horrified when I didn't see the point of dating
but had scads of guy friends, incredulous to the point of suspicion when
he learned I'd rather play with my PS One than go clubbing, and shocked
and dismayed when he overheard me tell my (male) best friend to "eat
me." ("That's deplorable and slutty! It's NOT LADYLIKE!" I am not making
this up.)
Consequently, after spending many years thinking that
eventually, yes, I would have those babies, or yes, I would grow to
learn that it's best to listen to your man after all, I have finally
seen the light. I moved 1100 miles away to go to college, where I
conduct myself as I please. I curse like a motherfucker. I own my
appearance, large breasts included--it does not own me. I've come out of
the closet as an atheist. I'm decidedly childfree. I have a wonderful
(spine-equipped) boyfriend with whom I have great sex. I'm everything a
Southern "lady" isn't supposed to be, and could not be happier about it.
Heartless Bitch? Undoubtedly. Perhaps if more women shared in that
quality instead of spending their time conforming to ridiculous,
oppressive ideas of being a "lady," I wouldn't spend so much time being
ashamed of my own gender.
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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