Ripe Wicked Plum
I'm a Heartless Bitch because I refuse to allow society to tell me about myself. Society doesn't know jack shit about me, my abilities, my beliefs...and they don't care. I don't ask for their handouts and I won't accept their judgements.
Men: I may have the same hair colour as your last flavour of the month, but I am NOT like she was. Just because she allowed you to sleep with any vapid twit who would give you the time of day, does NOT mean that rule still applies.
If the only reason you want to be with me is to have some token girlfriend on your arm to show of to your pals, save your breath for Bambi the blow-up bimbo 'cause I am not to be put on display. Nor do I want to be put up on some pedestal and worshipped. That's not fair to you or me.
I do not exist merely to fulfill your every desire. It is not my goal in life to see that your balls are emptied on a regular basis. If you finish before me, don't even think about rolling over and going to sleep. You have a mouth, two hands, and accessories. I'm sure you'll think of something.
If you want to be with me, you better plan on equality. I don't want to see a look of horror cross over your face if I pick up the tab. You won't be making all the plans with me, either. I have ideas, too. You aren't the only one who can string together a list of plans for an evening. I won't be going to football games or keg parties without you taking the time to see a movie I'm interested in.
Don't lie to me. I will find out and it won't be pretty when I do. If you can't be bothered to be honest with me, well, I hope you're flexible enough to suck yourself off. This Jerry MacGuire "you complete me" bullshit does not apply here. I have a large forebrain and opposable thumbs...I'll get by without you and your pre-conceived 1950s notion of what a woman should be.
My marital status does not define me as a person. I will never be "Ward's wife" or "Beaver's mom".
I am not a baby factory. If the only thing rattling around in your pea-sized brain is the driving force to perpetuate your family line, there's the door. Don't let the doorknob hit ya where the good Lord split ya!
Women: If you think that having breasts changes my feelings toward you at all, you are sorely mistaken. I don't allow girls to treat me like shit, either. Don't insult me by thinking a flash of flesh will make me change my mind. My hormones do not rule the way I think. I do not have a penis.
I am not a princess, but I am no doormat, either. Be you man or woman, preacher or heathen, friend, foe, relative, or stranger...it makes no difference to me. Treat me with common decency and respect or don't bother wasting your breath trying to tell me what a bitch I am. I'll only take it as a compliment.
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