I was a heartless bitch as a child. It started at 4 when I beat my college educated uncle at math. He was my favorite uncle, but he didn't like me as much after that.

My father was a violent alcoholic who battered my mother. He was also the justice of the peace who arrested other men for the same. My childhood was filled with battered women walking through our house in a daze with bloody faces.

When my mother told me not to be too smart or I'd never get married, I figured it I have to choose one, I'd be smart. It wasn't until years later I found out that men don't want dependent women. Its a female fantasy.

I couldn't stay "sweat free" while running like my pathetic cousin Judy. One of my proudest moments was when I was playing guard in a basketball game. I was playing to win and she couldn't get a shot off. Her ladylike veneer cracked as she shrieked "Bonnie, you animal". It was glorious!

By junior high, I had male teachers calling me aside asking why I made them look like fools in front of the class, never considering that they had something to do with the spew of erroneous information flying out of their mouths.

At one point, my father was distorting reality in that egotistical, alcoholic haze of his, and after years of playing along out of fear, I realized I would rather speak the truth than breathe. I did. He hit me and knocked me unconscious with one blow. I haven't allowed deliberate distortion of the truth to be spoken unanswered in my presence since that day. Needless to say, I ditched him.

In college I tried briefly the follow the prescription they gave me for happiness: starving myself, spending all my money and time on grooming, walking around in high heels until my feet screamed everyday. What was my reward for such dedication: I was getting hit on continually by losers. I wised up quick.

I've had a long, successful career as a software engineer and have had the honor of performance reviews which claimed that I was technically brilliant, but quarrelsome. Thankfully I have advanced to the level where I can now simply refuse to report to morons. This made me a disappointment to my mother who wanted a pretty, frilly, docile sort of daughter.

Many years later my mother was simultaneously asking me to support her while she demanded to know why I wanted a "man's job". So I ditched her. With stupidity that thick, she could suffer in heaven. I hope she is eating dogfood, but I don't think she will really suffer without an audience. She defaulted on the contract as "parent". I don't have to honor the contract as "daughter". Motherhood isn't really sacred. All it takes is unprotected sex, once. Sainthood is not required.

In grad school, I've had professors who were so clueless about their sexism, that if I said something they thought was brilliant or insightful, they would look to see which man had said it.

[I'm tired of clueless women who think they are going to have as much money, career success, and freedom as I do and breed at the same time. There's an opportunity cost to parenthood. They aren't doing the planet any good. There are too many people now, and breeding is an indulgence which will prove increasingly costly.

Finally I am tired of women assessing me to be unattractive because I'm smart, strong, and make lots of money. Whoever was sick enough to say that stupidity, weakness, and poverty defined feminine beauty and sexuality? WAKE UP!

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