I used to take offense to that word, bitch. I decried misogyny, before I even knew the word ‘misogyny’ (or the word ‘decry’). So insulting, so degrading. As I sought my way in the world, I found that some women wore ‘bitch’ as a badge of honor, like a tattoo. Some even wore a ‘bitch’ tattoo. When did those women stop caring about their internal appearance? ‘Bitch’ became a nickname, an associative label, and eventually a distorted tagline. Today, it’s a common invective, with an oddly amicable aftertaste. I’m sure there are some out there who still take offense to being called a bitch, but it surely doesn’t have the bite that it once had, even just 20 years ago. In my formative years, the ones who wore the ‘bitch’ star and their mothers’ revolvers in low-slung holsters were the exceptions. Today, the rarity is the pure woman, the humble woman, the content woman.
What the fuck happened?
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