Alice
I believe there should come a time in every girl's life when she
realizes what it means to become a woman, to be herself, to be
independent, to use the strength of her intellect to get what she wants,
to mentally spit on beauty magazines and television advertisements that
tell her she isn't good enough and to verbally piss on those who
insinuate that she cannot survive by her wit alone. There should come a
time in every boys life when he knows what it is to be a real man, to
not tiptoe around the feelings of fragile, clingy girls, to be himself,
and to stop telling girls lies to try to sleep with them!
Unfortunately,
from what I've observed, most girls will never even glimpse the wonders
of womanhood and whereas before I used to pity them, the only thing they
arouse in me now is contempt. Perhaps I used to pity them because I
thought they'd grow up, because I thought that later in life they might
see that they can solve their problems on their own, without someone to
whom they must cling, without someone holding their frail little hand
and guiding them through every single step in life; they'd grow up and
see that whining and bitching does nothing to solve their problems,
they'd see the only way to get help from anyone who CAN help is to help
themselves first. No longer have I any shred of pity for these aging
children, and no sliver of guilt imbeds itself in my conscience when a
sniveling little girl or boy comes whining to me with their pathetic
little problems and instead of telling them what they want to hear and
tell them the harsh truth: they have none to blame but themselves, and
their problems will never be solved until they learn to do it
themselves, until they learn to grow up.
Very few times in my life have I been called a bitch and most of them
were by my mother, a Heartless Bitch if ever there was one. I don't go
out of my way to be mean or unnecessarily cruel, mostly because I can't
be bothered. I don't often take pleasure from the suffering of others; I
usually just find it troublesome and irritating. Plus, people make
themselves suffer enough without me taking the time to make things worse
for them. I don't think I'm a mean person but I don't soften the truth
for myself or others. Yes, your ass does look big in those pants, and
yes, your belly hanging over the waistband is amazingly unattractive. If
you're looking to attract an immature little boy, that's probably the
way to do it. Hey, all the better for keeping them away from me.
I'm tired of people who walk down the wrong side of the sidewalk, and
I'm tired of people who don't read the signs posted in front of their
faces. I'm tired of females who want "equal rights" with men and then
stick their tits out when asking for a favor from a male and wonder why
they aren't respected. I'm tired of males who think they must be the
nice guy because they finish last when really they're just spineless
pushovers or completely incompetent.
And I am not afraid to say it loud and proud when the time is right.
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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