Joelle
I think I must have been the worst Public Relations major to ever graduate from college. Sure, I can sweet-talk, charm and flatter with the best of them, but unless the person I'm talking to can hold up their end of the conversation with valid points and actual intelligence, then why waste my time? And patience? I have none. At least not for the type of people who always require the most.
I am woman, and I am proud of this fact. I embrace my femininity, but will kick anyone's ass who thinks that just because I wear skirts and have long blonde hair that I am helpless or ignorant. Quite the opposite is true. Allow me to introduce myself:
I am 22 years old, a college graduate, an editor by profession, and completely independent. I am proud of my accomplishments; I work hard, I play harder; and I treat people with respect (unless they blatantly do not deserve it). Why is it that I consider myself a heartless bitch? Maybe it's because society does not take kindly to assertive and goal-oriented females. Maybe it's because I think the fashion and beauty industries are manipulative and full of shit. Maybe it's because I actually stick to my moral convictions regardless of how they're perceived by others. And, maybe it's because I'm just plain too intelligent to fall for the bullshit that most people consider "reality" (though not to be vain).
My main pet-peeve: Judgmental People. Those people that take one look and decide they "really" know me. This includes people that assume I'm a slut because I have many guy friends (not that I would actually be capable of having a meaningful relationship with the opposite gender that does not involve sex...that would be much too deep to comprehend!). People that think I must be a prude because I'm a Christian, and very proud of my beliefs. (Yes, I follow a religious system but this does not mean that I am brain-washed, or that I did not make the decision without serious research or on my own. And just because I am a Christian does not give anyone the right to lecture me about drinking, smoking, or my sex life. Since when did people forget what boundaries and basic manners are?)
And most of all, this includes thick-headed females that think something must be wrong with me if I do not dress, talk, eat, work out, and breathe to please the male gender. I am comfortable enough to be myself around anyone, confident enough to think I'm capable of anything, and intelligent enough to realize that people either like me for who I honestly am, or they don't like me at all.
I am not a phony. I hope this entry did your site justice, and that you would consider me to become a member of HBI.
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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