Christina
How I became a bitch:
I was not born a bitch. I was not raised a bitch. I was not surrounded
by bitches. I was not trained to be a bitch by bad experiences with other
men. I had it tough; I had to figure out how to be a bitch all on
my little lonesome.
Lest you think I'm whining, think again: I'm proud of the fact
that I struggled to be a bitch. Being born a bitch would be easy. Having
a bitch for a female role model, would be easy. I had the best training
any bitch could have: self-training.
There's an old saying: "A fool does not recognize the value of a thing
unless he has paid for it." I'm no fool, but having struggled for my
bitchhood has taught me to respect and seek out bitchiness in others.
Who I tolerate:
I have no tolerance for those who engage in rational discussions, then
back into "It's what I believe, so I can't prove it."
I have no tolerance for women who put up that false "Oh, I'm the cutest
little bitch ya evah dun seen!" act. It makes me retch and/or laugh
hysterically.
I could not possibly have less tolerance for men who [insert
appropriate verb; e.g., "whistle"] at women, thinking it's a compliment.
And God help me if I catch those fucking stereotypical women who bat their
eyelashes and put extra oomph into their step, having experienced
that.
In Closing:
Keep up the struggle to weed out of the gene pool the losers, the fakes,
the unintelligent, the emotional rapers, the dramatists, the close-minded,
the liars, the thieves, and the fanatical.
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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