Sarah
What makes me qualified to be a Heartless Bitch? I'm going to divide my
'application' into three sections, ever methodical as a go-getting gal should
be. They are, respectively, Love, Work and Sex.
Section one: Love.
I'm not going to deny I have a heart (of the muscular, blood-pumping variety), but who says that has to make me weak, sappy or a housewife-in-waiting? I am twenty years old and quite frankly I am already fed up of being surrounded by whimpering 'Sex and the City' junkies whose only ambition in life is to meet 'the one'. I believe that a successful relationship consists of two equals helping each other to grow and develop as people. But more and more I see that the majority of my peers look excitedly forward to the day when they can give their half-arsed pretence of existing as a valid individual and enter a draining symbiotic union with 'the perfect man', their elusive soul mate (who is, of course, invariably a few inches taller than them. (My oh my, fate works in such mysterious ways!) He is the answer to all their questions, he is the silence before the song, he is the dawn after their night - give me a fucking break!
Section two: Work.
I am an English Literature student and ever since I was eight years old I
had my career all planned out: college, uni, MA, PHD ­ then work as a
lecturer/researcher/academic at a university, whilst writing novels and poetry
(please note: the ballsy, not the sappy kind). Obviously I'm not saying this is
what everyone should do, but I do think everyone should form some kind of plan
(or at least plan to get a plan!) If you don't know what you want, how can you
hope to succeed? We only have one life, why all this dithering?? I've had enough
of people (men and women) mumbling "I don't know", "What do you think?" and
generally this 'can't be arsed' climate. Oh, and another thing that gets me:
slow walkers. Don't get me wrong, a nice stroll isn't a bad thing ­ but some
people never seem to know where the hell they're going! The way a person walks
around can speak volumes about their attitude to life.
Finally: Sex.
The general view seems to equate 'Bitch' with 'Slut' automatically. This is
a misunderstanding. Bitches are choosy. I have never been passive with
regards to sex and I never will be. Unusually, I adore giving blow jobs but I do
not see this as a submissive act. I like giving and receiving pleasure - why
should I censor myself for that? I qualify as a Heartless Bitch because if some
guy is bugging me in a pub/bar/nightclub I will tell him where to go. Usually,
just one glare does the trick. On the other hand, I am not afraid to get close
to a good-looking guy who has something to say for himself, escort him back to
mine and have a good time together. I've been in love, I've fallen out of love, but I've always remained friends with my exes. If they were interesting
enough to attract me, they're certainly worth keeping as mates.
In short, I see my life of Heartless Bitchiness in hopeful terms. I've already made it this far without losing an ounce of my integrity, and I have a group of like-minded friends (female and male) around me to help me navigate oceans of sappiness! So, to all those years of taking no prisoners - and here's to many more!
Country: England
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