Sister Agony Virginia
Well, my dears, I'm a nun. I believe my credentials speak for themselves, n'est-ce pas? At the risk of sounding smug, we nuns actually invented Heartless Bitchiness in the fourteenth century and, over the years, have honed that admirable trait to a razor edge. Not that I consider your followers pretenders in any way, from my perspective they seem quite a formidable pack of Bitches.
But I digress. Allow me to give you a few select examples of my personal Bitchy attributes: the sight of happy children playing makes my skin crawl and I have no relief until I've lined them up in ascending height order and silenced their merry little chortles; the sight of happy couples holding hands makes me want to eat a worm and smoke a cigarette; men who've winked at me, despite my habit, made my fingers itch for a yardstick. Need I say more?
At any rate, monastic life is not what it used to be. After the initial shocks of being "mainstreamed" and permitted to go to the cinema and ride street cars in mufti, I have grown into a veritable Bitch on Wheels, out of an instinct for survival. I miss the habit, it pretty well gave one license to be a Heartless Bitch, no questions asked. Without it, there seems to be an expectation that a doughty little frump will be even more of a cow-eyed automaton than the next woman in line. To that I say, life is not for the faint of heart - or the "nice." Fuck'em if they can't take a joke.
That is my story, thank you for your time and consideration.
Sincerely,
Sister Agony Virginia, SNM (Sisters of No Mercy)
Country: United States
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