Joan
I never learned how to play hard-to-get. I
never hold back in anything for fear of beating the men. Even as a child I was
loud and bossy and smart. I just wanted to be myself and couldn't understand why
so many people (parents, teachers, woman, men, bosses) objected to that.
Everyone had a different mold for me to fit into and I was too busy trying to
break every convention I came across.
I am a smart, opinionated, forceful woman. I take responsibility for my own
actions and insist that others do likewise. I make my own decisions and live
with the results. Whiners, game-players, princesses, pretty boys and assholes
(of either gender) need to step aside and let the rest of us play through. I'm
comfortable being alone and can entertain myself without television, video
games, trashy novels or scores of friends. The few friends (female and male) I
have in my life are there because we have proven our worth to one another and
neither time nor distance diminishes the love, trust and loyalty between us.
Being a Heartless Bitch usually means you're a target for every derogatory,
stereotypical insult that can be conjured up by some tiny mind: dyke; cock-
teaser; man-hater; fat-ass-bitch; neurotic; ball-busting; uppity...yadda, yadda,
yadda. Well, shit -- if that's the best you can come up with using the brain God
gave you, knock yourself out. I've already turned the page. I don't need your
approval or your permission to be just who and what I am. I can take it, and
dish it out.
Finally, I'm a Heartless Bitch because I don't know any other way to live my
life -- open, out there, taking charge, and enjoying the hell out of it every
day.
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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