Raquel
I am a Heartless Bitch because:
I don't care what other people think of me.
I am responsible for my own life and happy about it!
I refuse to mutilate myself trying to conform to another's idea of whom
or what I should be. I can't see how that could truly benefit anyone.
I am observant and, therefore, pretty damn smart.
I think of people as human beings first, independent of their gender
(unless of course they define themselves that way first). I love being a
woman, but it doesn't dominate my entire existence.
My favorite childhood t-shirt said "Be yourself."
Diamonds make me want to puke. What a total scam!
I know the difference between venting frustration and taking things way
too seriously. I also know the difference between being angry and being
an overly-sensitive, egotistically-bloated, annoying whiner (I've met so
many great examples of what HBI has very aptly termed "Puffed-Up
Princesses" and "Pissed-Off Pricks", how could I not know?).
I wish Sarcasm was my middle name.
I am so bored with people who see that I have breasts and automatically
think a certain (very limited and superficial) way about me. They lack
imagination, depth and perspective.
Okay, so I also get totally enraged and sometimes froth at the mouth at
the constant bombardment of images of women as mere plastic sex toys,
devoid of anything remotely resembling brains. And what the hell is
wrong with all these men who crave nothing more than that? What dim
bulbs they must be! Missing the boat, entirely. For them I should offer
the following: "Warning! I've got a brain and I'm not afraid to use it!
Back away slooowly and you won't get smart..."
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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