Recently someone called me a female dog. This article is not going to be me complaining how I don't like that word or how you should not call people that (you really shouldn't, but sometimes there are exceptions). This is about me embracing the word and owning it—so bring it on.
So why did someone, actually another female, call me a bitch? I told her the truth. I told her I was unhappy with the current status of our friendship and I told her what she was doing to upset me. A good friend would listen to what I had to say and take it to heart and reflect on her actions, trying to change so we can fix our friendship. Instead, she ignored me and told a friend behind my back that I am a bitch and she'll never talk to me again. Well, her loss, because I am pretty amazing and she knows that. I'm not going to rag on her over here; I am a bitch, not an asshole.
The thing that irritated me the most out of the whole situation is that I mentioned in the beginning our friendship that I am a bitch. I accept it. I have a personality that is not for everyone. If something upsets me, I will say so, no matter how harsh it may be. For a good chunk of my life, I was too nice. I never stood up for myself and it was obviously a problem. I had enough of it in the eighth grade and haven't stopped being a pain in the ass ever since.
For me, being a bitch isn't a bad thing. I speak my mind because I know my worth. I know how I want to be treated and I will confront the issue head on. That's why the falling-out with my friend annoys me — I gave her an opportunity to talk to me, but she ignored me. I'm not stressed; I have so many other things to worry about than fake friends.
For me, being a bitch means I'm that I'm in charge of my life. I have goals and a lot of things to do to get to my goals. I have absolutely no time for people who don't respect my feelings or time. That goes for guys that are annoying to me, friends that are annoying and the general public that has nothing to offer me. I write for three media outlets and I am enrolled full-time at my university; I have no time for people who piss me off. You want to call me a bitch because I don't find you interesting or I don't care about your life all the time? That's on you. I'm getting my stuff together for me and for one of my siblings. I'm focused and need to stay focused rather than worrying about your irrelevant feelings.
I can't sit here and type this and say that being called a bitch doesn't hurt. I would be lying. It hurts—not often, but it does. You definitely shouldn't go around calling girls and guys that all the time; it's rude. I'm just arguing that for me, I won't being crying about it—I'll take it in stride because it's not a lie and I'll probably laugh in your face. And last time I checked, I'm human, not a female dog, so try again.
