Megan
I'm a Heartless Bitch because I decided life is entirely way to short to
live any other way. Most of my friends are in that "I'm almost thirty,
time to get married" mode, and one day I decided, screw this! Why am I
constantly worried that I'm never going to get married. Is it because
everyone is doing it? Is it because I want the white dress? The party?
The adoration? So after my umpteenth wedding shower, I went out to a
jewelry store. I wrote a check for a 1-carat bezel cut diamond necklace,
for myself. It was my wedding present to myself. I married myself that
day and it's been the happiest day of my life. I even got to keep my own
name.
Why burden yourself with the nonsense that society loves to throw at us?
Life isn't Cosmopolitan magazine! Wearing the latest fashion will not
attract the man of your dreams, success does not come from learning Feng
Shui for your office and you will never be as thin, nor as beautiful as
the models because you would look really silly with your picture
airbrushed by Adobe Photoshop and safety pinned to a bag over your head.
Don't get me wrong. I shave my legs. I color my hair. I put on make up
because I like to. I don't do it to impress anyone; I do it to make
myself feel good.
I love baseball. I know stats and how to score a game. That intimidates
some men. And no guys, my daddy and my brothers didn't teach me to like
baseball. My mother did to be quite frank. I can change my tire and oil
just fine, Mr. Goodwrench. I also know how to knit and cook but Betty
Crocker I am not. I am a well-rounded individual who learns and does
things to my liking, not because it's hip or it's cool, nor will I allow
my expertise to be used by the man I choose to share my life with.
I love men. I like the intelligent variety that understand I'm a busy
girl, with things to do, dreams to make come true and mountains to
conquer. You can ether join in at your own pace or you can chose not to,
but no man will ever hold me back. I'd rather fulfill my own destiny.
I refuse to adhere to some preconceived notion that I'm a girl and girls
don't go far in Radio, which supposedly is a male dominated profession.
When I hit a "glass ceiling" in my company, I didn't panic. I chose not
to believe that the glass ceiling exists. It's not there. I spoke up,
fought, clawed my way through it. Now I'm doing midday's at the station,
my own show, without a male co-host and finishing my business degree for
myself to gain a spot in management either here or someplace else.
So I live my life by my terms. I enjoy my life a million times more once
I stopped caring what other people though and it's made me a little
harder and less approving of people who are still stuck there. I open my
mouth more at things that don't agree with me and even though it stings
sometimes, at least it's the truth.
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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