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It's my life hence I make the decisions. When I fuck up, it's my fault. When I succeed it's because I worked damn hard and deserve it.
My parents assume that to be successful and happy I "need" a man, and not only a man, but a man THEY approve of. In their eyes I need a man to take care of me, to provide for me and to make sure I fulfill my womanly duties as a wife. This is the reason I grew up to be a Heartless Bitch, from age 14 onwards their attempts at raising me to be a "good girl" and to live by their truths resulted in my waking up to myself, to the world and to my inner-bitchyness.
In my eyes I need MYSELF. I can take care of myself, protect myself and make my own decisions. When people make "jokes" about me finding myself a rich husband my automatic response will ALWAYS be "Why the hell would I need a rich husband, I'll be making my own money thank you very much." Fuck, if I want money and success I'LL earn it!
Contrary to popular belief, marriage is a result of an equal partnership between two people who love and respect each other, and who feel that it is right for their needs. It's nowhere NEAR a necessity. A packet of tampons, self respect, a strong mind and clean underwear is a necessity.
Having a vagina doesn't automatically mean I was born lacking intelligence, ability to succeed, or assertiveness. If anything it's made me want to use those qualities do everything I can to make myself proud.
For me the most stomach turning, disturbing sight is that of a woman setting the women's equal rights movement back a century by making excuses for her boyfriend's inexcusable behaviour "because he's just a man." Sure, he's just a man, so are many other fucking men who don't act like total tools. I also hate women who dress up to "find a man" (for fucks sake! dress up because you WANT TO! look good for YOU!), attend university to find themselves a rich husband (do they realise how many people who actually want to LEARN would give anything for their place in that degree?), let guys walk all over them, treat them like utter shit, use and abuse them and then come crying that they're victims of the situation and they can't do ANNNYTHING about it--my tolerance and sympathy level is non-existent in such circumstances. Of course the stupidity extends to men as well. The delightful characters who assume that by identifying myself as a feminist I'm a man-hating, bitter, twisted witch who probably can't get herself a man and was probably mistreated by someone in the past...All of which are wrong wrong wrong.
If going after what I want in life, asserting my independence, standing up for what I believe in and living life to the fullest by MY rules means I'm a Heartless Bitch, then fuck YES!
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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