I'm a Heartless Bitch insofar as "heartless" means rational and levelheaded, and "bitch" means assertive and aware of my own needs and wants (definitely my wants).

I am action-oriented and responsible for those actions. I need not explain myself simply because you disagree.

I can enjoy the company of a man, in some different ways perhaps, but no more than I enjoy the company of my girlfriends, and certainly never more than I enjoy my own company. I've found that there are disappointingly few truly evolved men -- heartless dicks I'd say, ones that think with the heads on their shoulders and not the smaller (yes, smaller) inappropriately credentialed non-brain.

I know that just because you knock on my door doesn't mean I have to let you in. As for the telemarketers out there, don't call my house and act like you're my friend, don't call me by my first name as if you know me, and don't tell me *I'm* rude when I insist you identify yourself. Yes, I will hang up on you; you interrupted my life. And lastly, I will not help you put your bag in the overhead bin. Who's bag is it? Yours. Who puts it away? You. And don't tell me your medication was in that bag *after* it has been sent below (because of course, the bag was too big). I have no sympathy for fools that pack their most important stuff in the bag-most-likely-to-be-checked. So fasten your damn seatbelt. It's gonna be a bumpy ride.

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