I spend sixty hours a week in a business that is truly still of the "good ol'boys" genre. As one of the remaining hold-outs, it is a bastion of unfettered testosterone, not to mention blatant and sometimes aggressive ignorance. I have not proven my nature as a heartless bitch simply by working boldly and proudly alongside these dinosaurs...but my outspoken intolerance for their incompetencies, my refusal to be intimidated by the daily inferences of doubt in my intelligence and my attitude that has let them know on numerous occasions that while they are more than welcome to admire my looks (it being natural, since not one would ever have a prayer of coming within ten feet of me or any other girl having my hygienic standards and accompanying education beyond the junior high level) they would better served to come to grips with the fact that by Listening to me, they will actually gain more than a need to masturbate....these are but a few of the things that have earned me the label of heartless bitch.

I am sometimes mistaken for an arrogant bitch, but I suppose it is a common reaction to label a woman who simply knows that she has a superior intellectual capacity and uses it on top of being tall and blonde as arrogant. In any case I do not simply strut around with an attitude, I work hard, produce results, and have no pity for those who fall in my wake. I am a bitch. And I am heartless. I am also a young girl running circles around a bunch of old men who've been "in the business" for anywhere from 10 to 40 years. Oh well.

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