Name: Daniel

Reasons for being a Heartless Bitch:
Well I'm gay and a guy and dumb ass guys are fucken pissing me off. I do a lot of shit!!! I love to ruin there reputations and fuck there lifes up (if they deserve it). I do all of this without them knowing. and if they find out...oh well, they did something to deserve it so it's not my fault!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[One thing is for certain:stupidity is not the sole domain of the teenaged girl. I need to know how you destroy a life anonymously, and why you don't want them to know that you ruined them. That's the point of revenge, right? They are now in agony, and they KNOW you did it to them.]

One Liner:
Basically I'm a gay bitch that can't stand prepy hoes and dumb ass guys that don't have the since god gave a duck!!!

[Since God gave a duck what?]

Name: Lindsey

Reasons for being a Heartless Bitch:
(Um... Before I start, my 'url' is not ready yet...)

[How is a "livejournal" not ready?]

PLEASE! I will disclose the 'goods',

[Ugh, please. KEEP the "goods" to yourself. Always.]

but I can 'wreak havok' if you display this for all the trollers to see, capice??

[Let slip the dogs of war, baby.]

'Among' my effortless, and serendipitous life of 'vindication'... I recently succeeded in getting a V.P. of one of the most 'recognized' Motorcycle Clubs kicked out... (i.e., one of the He-man Woman-haters clubs) And I didn't get 'any' help from 'Wimmin either!' - Quite the contrary! (GRRRRR!)

[Anonymous stories mean zilch. Especially one this meaningless.]

One Liner:
Raging interior, callous and laconic exterior...

[Raging? You are as interesting as your webpage.]

Name: Monica

Reasons for being a Heartless Bitch:
I work in the social service field in a homeless shelter. Although there are many there who are looking to get out of homelessness, there are some that are not. I hear whine stories every day about how the goverment is trying to keep them down and how they need to have someone take care of them. Nothing pisses me of anymore then this.

[That's the nature of the beast. The people that you are PAID to help are not always people that you'd WANT to help.]

They have it quickly explained to them that they are going to go out, get a job, and show me the proof of such anytime my little heart desires. They have a total of two weeks to find a job, or they need to find another place to stay.

[How proud you must be to bully these people. I know that these rules are part of your job, and I understand the necessity of them, but I think you enjoy enforcing them all too thoroughly.]

It may not qualify in your book of being a heartless bitch, but you feel very heartless when you are telling people who have families that if they don't get off their asses that they are gone.

[That's precisely WHY it's not heartless. You've missed the point of the site. It's quite easy to be cruel to those who are in your care, who are vulnerable, and who are not in a position to assert themselves.]

I enjoy my job immensly, and are more then willing to help those who will help themseles, but if they aresn't wiling to help themselves, then they deserve where they are going to end up.

[Just like you'll deserve the vandalism you're sure to receive. Believe me, I understand what it's like to help those who cannot, or will not (and usually that's a cannot) help themselves. Why on earth would a rational person CHOOSE to be homeless, after all? If you cannot find it in yourself to be compassionate to those you find to be less deserving, then you don't need to work in this field.]

One Liner:
Anyone can do it if you get up off you ass and try.

[Yeah, but if they did, you'd be out of work.]

Name: cindy

Reasons for being a Heartless Bitch:
I am on my second tee, "Fuck Your Facist Beauty Standards", I just got kicked off a bboard for posting about women being objectified "in an abrasive manner", and wrote the following two weeks ago in a politics paper for a feminist theory class. I think I'll fit in.

[You're off to a rocky start so far. You're all pounce with no muscle.]

Barbie was the first weapon in, and four-star General of, the longest war I have experienced.

[Oh, another cliché. Yikes.]

Lucy, my daughter, wanted a Barbie. I would not buy her one of these disgusting pieces of propaganda, and so the battle began.

[Don't you mean that you wouldn't buy her one so far?]

Unlike guns that were simply not allowed in the house, Barbie was allowed in

[Your sentry sucks. So does the passive voice. We KNOW you let her in, so cut the shit.]

That air-headed, sneaky, valueless bitch got her foot in the door as soon as Lucy had saved enough allowance.

[Yeah, as if the child didn't need your compliance. You missed Barbie. Admit it. Would Lucy have guns if she saved up and bought one?]

The floozy left her clothes all over the floor and her car in the middle of the hall. Then she multiplied, like rhizome-laden crabgrass. Barbie was soon a multiplicity, and in her multiplicity, "Exactly like a speed or a temperature...."

[Who runs the shootin' match at your house...you or Lucy?]

she was just there and everywhere (Deleuze and Guattari, 1987, p. 31). She was omnipresent; she permeated everything, sometimes headless, usually naked, and always obscene. The house reeked of Barbie, tasted of her plastic breasts, and rang with her twittering, insipid laugh. She colonized my child, and then

[Never forget that you let that bitch in.]

totally possessed her. She even tried to kill one of the dogs when it ate her legs.

[Hers or Babs's?]

Barbie reappeared periodically, transformed, sometimes as racist, misogynistic, vulgar hip-hop, or other times as thong underwear and romance novels. Then she campaigned against my support of tolerance and education. She promoted sneaking out at night and skipping school.

[Barbie or Lucy or does it even matter anymore?]

The she-devil was usually cleverly disguised, using camouflage just like any other war machine. But I felt her, and recognized her for the harridan that she was. I knew she was there. Barbie and I understood this was not about a toy, or a bad grade on a report card, or a pornographic song. This was about Lucy's soul.

[Lucy's soul is not in danger from Barbie. Lucy's more at risk by your duplicitous and indulgent behavior.]

From Lucy's perspective, if she couldn't rebel by dyeing her hair or piercing various body parts,

[Give her time to save up some more dough.]

she needed to find something that did push my buttons.

[Correction: Her love of Barbie is not likely about you.]

So she found Barbie, or perhaps Barbie found her. I wouldn't put anything past the bitch.

[If what you say is true, then Barbie's in, and maybe Lucy. You are not.]

One Liner:
Thank god my daddy never thought I should be a "good" girl. Nice sucks. Give me honest, caring, forthright, but not good or nice.

[Funny you mention FORTHRIGHT.]