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So, you’re the Bitch. Now, what?

This post is a follow-up to my virgin post: Be the Bitch.

You’ve overcome your fear of man. You’ve embraced your true self, and taken her dancing. You insist on decent treatment for yourself. You go, girl! You have started down the path to true joy in life. Self-acceptance is key.

So, now what? Do we just revel in our bitchiness? Shall we sit around in smug self-satisfaction, sipping mai-tia’s and crooning bitter, feminist ballads? Perhaps not. Let’s not get boring, shall we?
The point of freedom is to make others free. The purpose of strength is to stand up for the weak. The point of a big mouth is to speak up for those without a voice. On the flip side, if we use our new-found strength to beat others down, to be unkind, and to take advantage of others’ fears, then we aren’t the Bitch, after all. We are the ones holding others down. We are monsters.

And monsters aren’t happy. Bitches are. The true path to happiness is to bring it to others. True joy must be shared.

So, my dear Bitches, use your freedom for good. Be an example of liberated joy. Take your down-trodden sisters dancing WITH you. Create spaces where women can be all they can be. Volunteer your time with organizations that help women to escape abusive relationships, or achieve personal growth.

As for the men, set them free, as well. Women who are fully alive draw their men out of their cycles of fear and doubt, as well. Show men the joy of womanhood, fully realized. Set their wives and girlfriends free, and they will thank you. As soon as they catch their breath, that is.

The Bitch who unlocks cages and empowers women to be all that they can be. A new superhero, perhaps? Let’s call her SuperBITCH! Got a better name? I’m taking suggestions.

Be The BITCH

Be the bitch.

Go ahead. You know that, deep inside of you, there is a bitch waiting to come out. And she’s you. The real you. The “screw you, I’m going to be all I can be,” girl, who is tired of running scared.

You see, she’s not really a bitch. Bitch is a word used by weak, frightened people to keep us from success. It’s the word we use to excuse our inactivity. “…I don’t want to be a bitch…”

Shut UP!

BE. THE. BITCH.

When the world insists that you fit in, sit down, shut up, and conform to the masses’ idea of womanhood, FLIP IT THE BIRD, and keep on dancing. Preferably on a table. In a bikini. And smirk at the jealous girls.

If you won’t be the bitch, I guarantee, you WILL be the doormat. The nice girl who wakes up in a nursing home one day, and realizes that she never really lived. She just drifted, ruled by the whims of a culture that dehumanizes women. And you will be jealous of the woman you remember. The friend, or enemy, who threw caution to the wind, and took up hunting as a pastime, or had 12 babies, population growth be damned.

So, today, I am begging you. Stop looking outside yourself for your self worth. If you get bad service, COMPLAIN! If you’ve always dreamed of a nipple piercing, get it! Buy those 6-inch stilettos, and work it! Toss the pills, and stop waiting for the “right time” to live your dreams. Accept no substitutes for your dreams. Don’t live someone else’s vision of the perfect life. (Especially not mine. You can’t have it.) Become the woman you most admire.

And if the world doesn’t like it, if your friends and family disapprove, smile, and remember: You’re THE BITCH! And it’s great to be free.