Therese
I recently moved to a very small town in Mississippi, where I teach
seventh and eighth grade. Since teachers are sorely underpaid, I bartend at
night to supplement my income. From the beginning of my time in this town, my
tendency to speak what is exactly on my mind and my refusal to kiss ass have
drawn a lot of fire. At one point in the summer, the "good ole boys" that drink
in my bar had called me a Bitch to my face so many times that my manager and I
started a renewing countdown of days in a row that I was called a Bitch or some
variation of it. If I missed a day, it reset. My record was twelve.
I think the weirdest thing about the kind of Bitch I am is that I don't try
to be one, but somehow I always end up being taken for one. I've learned to
embrace it though, because I live in an area where a strong, opinionated woman
who commands respect is automatically labeled. I'd rather be a snotty Bitch than
be lumped in with the redneck whores who leave my bar with a different Klan
member every night after taking shots dedicated to such inane pseudo-woman-power
things as KY Jelly or water bras.
I've found the only way to turn down the typical Southern man (not talking
about Southern gentlemen -- there's a distinct difference) when he asks you to
ride his Harley with him to Daytona or to mud wrestle his girlfriend (both of
which I've actually had proposed) is to respond tersely, "No." Anything beyond
that in the initial answer makes them think they have a snowball's chance
because you spent more than one word on them. Often they press the matter by
asking whose ass they need to beat to get one night with me, or by telling me
that I'm going to miss the ride of my life in their T-top Camaro, or by telling
me, "Fine, I'll just find another date to the state fair." I've been known to
respond to those sorts of things with, "I'm young enough to be your daughter.
You should take her instead," or "I said no because you repulse me. It's nothing
personal." For the most part they go away after that, although it's not a sure
thing.
I'm focused on my goals. I generally get what I want, but it's through hard
work. I'm planning to attend law school next fall in order to become a
prosecutor because I worry that teaching a bunch of kids at a school where their
parents can buy their grades is not only detrimental to them, but well below me.
I'm smart enough and convicted enough to make a real difference to the world,
even if it means people are pissed about it or dislike me for taking a stand.
Country: United States of America
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