Hester
The term Heartless Bitch applies (and is applied) to me
because I do not suffer fools gladly. That's the short
answer.
I have been called bitchy, mean, arrogant, and judgmental
-- although I prefer to think I merely tell it like
it is -- for my inability to let bullshit slide. If
it reeks, it needs to be cleaned up, not covered up.
Whether they are antediluvian notions about gender
roles in my personal life, atonal atrocities that pass
for music in my social life, or sloppy exercises in
pseudo-science in my professional life: I *will* address
them. I will tell you what's wrong, and I will tell you
why it's wrong. And even though I do most of this free
of charge, it is not always appreciated. I say "nyah"
and "ick poo" to that.
Don't ask me what I think of your boyfriend/band/book
if you don't want to hear the answer.(Although in an
effort to be friendly, I will sometimes inquire if
people would prefer the honest or the polite
answer -- so much for my heartlessness.) The bottom line
is: don't expect me to validate your existence.
I was obviously not put on this earth to be liked by
everyone. So be it. I have too many other things to do
anyway.
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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