Holly
I am an attractive, highly educated, single female with no interest in
finding a "mate." I have no fear of being a "spinster."
I have been celibate for four and a half years and don't regret it for a
moment.
12 years ago I was married with a child and when I realized I had
neither spousal nor maternal instincts I jettisoned the husband and sent
the child with him (my son's stepmother also got rid of the husband but
adopted my son, with my full approval- she's the great mother I could
never be). I had the audacity to change my destiny.
I have no time for stupid or ignorant people who refuse to enrich their
minds. The gender of the objects of my scorn in this case is irrelevant.
I am blunt, honest, ambitious, strong and assertive.
I am working on a Ph.D without a man around to "help me through."
I was repeatedly abused as a child by my insane mother and have never
whined about it or let it stop me from functioning as a woman who knows
how to achieve her goals while enjoying life.
I am fearless but for two things: going to the dentist and flying.
I would rather spend weekend nights at home, alone, with a good
(non-fiction) book than out on the town with "the girls" (who?) or on a
date. Books are infinitely more interesting than most people I meet.
I am not interested in cooing over people's children or listening to
stories about how happy/miserable someone's spouse/significant other
makes them. Write it in a journal, folks. I reserve most sentimental
feelings for my animals.
I do not define myself by my gender. I define myself as an intelligent
human being. Period. For whatever reason, our society wants to define
its members by gender (and I admit I am guilty to some degree of the
same. We all have our moments). I don't particularly think of myself as
a bitch, but the very qualities I have listed above are the traits that
others pick out to label me as such. It's an old cliché, but true: if a
man exhibits these qualities, he's defined as strong and powerful, while
women exhibiting the same tend to be labeled bitches, frigid, dykes, or
some similarly charming moniker. Despite societal labels, I like how I
am. I am not a wishy-washy girly type. I don't enjoy the company of very
many people. I get things done and done right. I have no problem lashing
out at people who truly deserve it (and on that point I will concede
that I am a bitch on par with the best of them). This is me, and if
people choose to not enjoy my company because of it, that's fine with
me. I certainly don't miss having them around.
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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