B-I-T-C-H

For some reason, some people have called me a bitch many several times. And I have a hard time understanding it. Because I have a real bitch here at home and although she's as cute as anything, she doesn't look remotely like me. First, she has four legs and walks on all four of them. I walk on two legs because I have evolved past the Darwinian theory. Secondly she does not only have hair, but fur. I have none, I have been indeed blessed by not being hirsute at all. Thirdly, she barks and howls while I can speak a language. Fourthly, she cannot type, I can. And that's just the beginning. She's a real bitch. And I have been called in exactly the same manner... a real bitch. It has happened so many times that I think I must be an expert in bitchology and it must be so intrinsic that I am not even aware of this innate expertise. So why am I called a bitch? I have been called a bitch because I stand up to be spoken, because I am not afraid to fight for my rights and say it how it is. I have been called a bitch just because I am effortlessly good at several things. Injustice and the way I go about it has also been responsible for my being called a bitch. I do not tolerate injustice, because injustice means that some ass-hole is having a power trip over some innocent person. And innocent people deserve to be, at the very least, left alone in their own innocence, not being made into a dartboard. Do not try to stamp on me, don't even think about reducing my inner flame into a flicker... you won't succeed. And what's this myth about my having to protect other women's marriages? It was not I who said the vows, so I don't have any promises to keep. If you are very aware that your husband is a player, then do not take it out on me and call me a bitch. Because it might me that he's a dog. It is not my fault if a husband is lured away, it really means there never was a stead-fast marriage in the first place. If men want to be unfaithful then I really don't think they will go for female dogs on four legs anyway. And no, I will not protect strangers' marriages. I will protect my own marriage when I have one and I will not expect other women to protect it for me. The minute I know that my husband is a player, then he'll be in the dog house and I'll probably be called a bitch again for it. And if all of this makes me a bitch, then what can I do? I will embrace the title and will cling to it for dear life. Because BITCH might not be a bad title after all. It could mean the Beautiful, Intelligent, Thoughtful, Choosy, Hell of a woman. It's not my fault that I was born a bitch. I could never choose my genes. And if I can bite and bark at the same time.... well I'm just super talented in multi-tasking.