Christy
Yes it is true--I am considered to be a bitch. I am the square peg that
is jammed into the round hole, and I enjoy it. I reject societies'
cookie cutter image of what it is to be a "good woman," in other words
ascribe my value as a person through my home, man and family. I present
myself in an intelligent manner, saying what I mean, not veiling my
opinions in questions. It isn't my job to make sure everyone is happy at
the expense of my own wants and desires. Such diluted "feel good" forms
of expression undermine the respect I demand.
I am not a victim. Victimization is merely a cage conveniently
constructed by the prisoner themselves, so they don't have to face their
own weaknesses. I refuse to chase my own tail blindly blaming others for
my problems. I live in my life, the one I constructed and continue to
create--my responsibility. If I am miserable the only person I can blame
is myself.
I value the necessity of dissent in today's society, to combat the
stagnation of our cultures portrayal of what it is to be a woman. Others
call me a bitch because I have no qualms with disagreeing with others,
refusing to be a doormat, my potential to be abrasive, and look out for
my own needs opposed to everyone else's. I call myself bitch because of
the bleak alternative: to find my identity in the latest issue of
Cosmopolitan, to catch a husband and make children, or find fulfillment
in life through scrubbing toilets and wiping asses. I use the term bitch
as a vehicle to create an alternative to the mold of what a female
should or should not be. To me, bitch is synonymous with a powerful,
intelligent, soulful person who takes control of their lives and with it
creates whatever they desire.
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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