bitch&lover.

While in the STAR lab late on Sunday night/Monday morning, somebody who has been a pain in my ass lately IM’ed me on Facebook with a snarky comment. I said something aloud in frustration, and the other people in the lab with me asked me who I was talking to.

I asked them, “Who is the one person that is on my shit list right now?” It took them four or five guesses to figure out the person, but all the people they mentioned were, in fact, also on my shit list.

Then, a couple nights later, an incident occurred where someone was very rude and disrespectful towards me. I was bitching to my roommate about what had happened and I said that if the person in question ever disrespected me again, I would rip them a new one without hesitation.

After taking a second to breathe, it hit me: I think it’s safe to say that my inner bitch has reared its ugly head this semester.

I don’t know what exactly it was that made Becca the Bitch come out in full force, but I have had enough of people’s idiocy and, frankly, I don’t give a fuck anymore. I’ve always been quiet and allowed people to be disrespectful to me. I’m done with it. I’ve grown a spine and a pair, and I’m sticking up for myself.

And yet, I call myself a bitch for doing so.

The word ‘bitch’ almost always has a negative connotation. Bitches are rude, shrewd and ruthless. However, I have become more assertive and I, as well as others, say I’m a bitch.

Apparently, trying to give somebody a social cue that, yes, you are really annoying and I don’t want to have anything to do with you qualifies you as a bitch; or, “No, I will not let you feel me up or take my clothes off” makes me a prude bitch.

So, since when has it become wrong for a woman to be assertive?

If being assertive equals being a bitch, then I am a grade A, stone cold bitch. I might be burning a few more bridges and pissing a few more people off now.

However, what I have learned is that there is no feeling greater and more liberating to tell someone you cannot stand to fuck off.