I'm a Heartless Bitch because these words seem to be the only way left to describe a strong, independent woman who lives by her own moral standards, thus ignoring the status quo.
I'm a Heartless Bitch because I have no patience for those who feel it necessary to simper, whine, or use outmoded ideas of what a woman should be to further herself in any situation.
I'm a Heartless Bitch because I will take full responsibility for my mistakes, but not for anyone else's. I will admit it when I'm wrong, but if I'm right I will not be intimidated into backing down for any reason.
I am sickened by people who allow their past mistakes to define them, and even more by those who blame external circumstance for their current situation(s). It's called being an adult. Learn it, embrace it...deal with it!
I'm a Heartless Bitch because I set high standards for myself, and expect those around me to do the same. I'm a Heartless Bitch because Popular Opinion Almighty holds no sway either way.
I'm a Heartless Bitch because I'll give you the benefit of the doubt only once, and for that gratuity consider yourself lucky---in my experience, very few others will extract you that kindness!
I'm a Heartless Bitch because when my band gigs, I carry the damn amp by myself! And I don't care who thinks it's weird that I know exactly what the sound engineer is doing and won't hesitate to speak up if it's wrong!
I'm a Heartless Bitch because I put this band together from the ground up after hearing time and time again at auditions, "You're pretty good...for a GIRL." BLEAH! I manage the band, run it like a small business, and have "lofty" plans for the future that include starting my own record label (solely for this project, thus retaining my artistic integrity as well as maximizing my financial gain). NOBODY'S going to tell me that I'm thinking too big; if you possess the capacity to do so then there's no such thing!
I'm a Heartless Bitch because I work in audio, which may very well be one of the last fields where thinly veiled sexual discrimination is the rule rather than the exception. I refuse to be intimidated by that fact, or by the fact that many female co-workers accept this treatment readily and do nothing to change it. Nobody else's outmoded guidelines/hang-ups are relevant to me, and I will risk rejection for not being demure enough before I will lie down and accept being a second class citizen.
I'm a Heartless Bitch because I didn't like the direction I was heading in, so I changed it. I worked as a stripper for three years, and had the courage and the wherewithal to leave that meat market behind and pursue goals that A)do not compromise my body or my soul, B)elevate my intellect and my spirit, and C)have what I accept to be redeeming social value. I don't have anything against women who feel they need to work in the sex industry. They have their reasons, and no one will dispute that it is financially rewarding. But I personally got sick and tired of putting my best qualities on hold to make money at any cost. I saw what I was becoming, and what I could be instead. At first, I was terrified to start over without the security blanket of all that money. Easy come, easy go, and I left the business with almost nothing to show for the time I put in. I took what I had managed to save and used it to continue my education. Courage is when you're scared shitless and you jump anyway, knowing that you will catch yourself. Knowing that if you fall you'll get the FUCK back up and keep going.
I'm a Heartless Bitch because I drove cross-country by myself with a shaved head, and enjoyed the damn trip far more than if I'd taken someone with me. (I was pleased to see that one of the perpetuators of this site did a similar trip, and also found it fulfilling. At the time, everyone told me I was nuts and made sure to remind me of how lucky I was to have made it back. Not luck, morons. Skill and common sense!)
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