Laura
In the year 2003, I am still gobsmacked that women feel the need to
use their breasts, ass or sexual appeal to get attention from men or to get
their 'point' across. This is sheer manipulation. I manipulate, BUT I do so with
my mind ... and by keeping my clothes ON.
I believe that I am constantly evolving as a Heartless Bitch. My true
bitchiness began as a single mother - how can you singly take care of a small
child completely dependent upon you. "Bitch" ain't got NOTHIN' on "Momma Bear."
In the past, I was constantly surprised by the sickness of teachers who would
ask me out publicly - in class - or married male co-workers who would sit back
and complain about how they hadn't gotten a blowjob in over 4 years. Sorry, not
my problem you married someone who was low enough to use sex as a tactical
weapon.
I think the worst part of being a Heartless Bitch is watching pathetic
losers wade through life, thinking that the world owes them 'something,' and
refusing to accept responsibility for their own actions. Girls whose boyfriends
have 'dumped' them in college, and take a semester off for 'mental health
issues.' People who suck off of their parents, living at home, refusing to get a
job and thinking that their parents 'owe' them this because ... well, they are
parents! Inept freaks who blame everything that goes on in their offices on
other people because they cannot recognise their own lack of ability. I suppose
I'm a Heartless Bitch due to the fact that I am MORE than happy to point this
out to the 'afflicted.'
I'm not abrasive - just 'to-the-point' and don't keep friends for long
because I simply cannot stand to have my time wasted. Do not call me to tell me
you're tired of your husband's aggravating habits. 98% of the time, they were
there BEFORE you married him, so deal with it. Don't tell me you're going to go
somewhere with me and then back out an hour before we're supposed to meet - I
will NEVER ask you to go anywhere again. Don't ask me for money other than a few
dollars for lunch - I'm not your official loan officer. Don't ask me to a
Tupperware or Pampered Chef party - I don't need more shit that won't possibly
fit into my kitchen drawer. Ask me to an adult toy party instead - I've got
PLENTY of places to put those. Don't talk about me behind my back, because I
will call you AND put you on 3-way with the person I heard it from to make you
feel uncomfortable. Don't like it? Don't waste my time.
I am sick to death of the notion that a woman cannot have more than one
sexual partner and not be considered a slut, or simply that they have low-self
esteem or are 'acting out.' I hate people who buy into the myth that a woman
cannot have sex without an emotional attachment. I am proud to say that I have
always been able to have sex "like a MAN" and have been able to have my own
lovers ON MY OWN TERMS. I do not downplay the number of sexual partners that I
have had, and I count each of them as a tribute to my femininity and my
wonderful life experience. I've been called a bitch because I've been able to
treat a man just like he's treated a woman... Double standard with your coffee,
anyone?
The thing that gets on my nerves the strongest are women (and men) who feel
that a woman needs a male in your life for you to be complete, or that you need
to procreate to fulfill your Godly Duty as a Female. I am a wife and a mother,
but I will be the FIRST to admit that a man will bring you more aggravation
& heartache than you could ever bargain for, no matter how 'perfect' you
think he or your marriage is. The girlfriends whom I've had who complain about
being so damned 'lonely' without a man know that they cannot call me with that
lament or they'll get an earful. It's better to be secure and alone than
insecure and with someone. To be honest, I've felt stronger and better about
myself as a single mother than as a married mother.
My bottom line is PLEASE don't pigeon-hole me, just because I'm a woman.
I'll give you a run for your money - and probably take it all in the end,
anyway.
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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