On Bitches & Bitchiness: An Editorial to the Politrixter Community

On Bitchiness

It seems to me that after a certain age there are things referenced  to the Bitchy Category of life that have no place being there. Words and actions that are, in fact, based upon being a Grown Ass Woman. Had a fight with your best girlfriend? She cries and says "Oh she's just a bitch anymore!" 

Well it's possible. It is also possible that you Ms Tearful need to step up your game and make your needs and thoughts known. You have to communicate in a friendship just as in any other relationship. If you are 30 years old and above it's Time the Fuck Out for that kind of quibbling. 

If you can't handle your own personal don't blame it on someone else's bitchiness. Take a moment. Take SEVERAL moments to look at your behavior and discover what there is within you that made you unable to communicate with name calling. Why in fact was there a disconnect in the first place? 

Because after you've been out of the sandbox for awhile then there's little reason that grown women who are close to one another shouldn't be able to work it out. Fussing and fighting. Sniping. Behind the back mouthiness. Taking as hostage one friend in the middle who desperately desires peace. And let's face it your best girlfriend is often more important that your man. 

Bottom Line: You may have outgrown one another. Accept that for what it is. Own it. Speak it. Make it live. And walk the fuck away like an adult who can handle her business. 

Making the Bitch or Bitchiness your scapegoat is some gross, childish, maladjusted, tacky, silly, behavior of ill-repute. Politrixters fond of these games get no love from me. Wait. My bad. Politrixters always know their game or they wouldn't be Politrixters. Politrixters don't play those baby games. 

Now I shan't tell a fib and say that Politrixters don't know how to rock their point to get across with style. However that, in and of itself, isn't bitchiness; that is Conscious Glamour a subject we shall talk more about soon.

Women who are called Bitches are oftentimes just women who live life

without regret for their actions because they calmly, carefully calculated before they acted, hence making regret unnecessary even in unsuccessful circumstances that did not produce a personal win. Calling another woman a bitch simply because you disapprove of her behavior is merely the most foolish of ways that you've outed yourself as a small girl overwhelmed by more confident woman's actions. It's the talk of losers and whiners. It's the last resort of the athlete who has been bested at the game.

If you do however choose to be a heartless, self-centered woman who cares little whether others are hurt, whether others suffer consequences that you are clever enough to evade then you don't exactly fit into the class of woman I am describing. "Is that woman then, a bitch, Politrixie?" you ask. I shan't say that just at this moment. Truly, there needs to a mountain of evidence to prove a woman worth the title. But if a woman should choose the route directly and irretrievably labelled BITCH (though we at Politrixie do dispute its use until there is more than circumstantial evidence) then she has no other choice than to flaunt her shamelessness such as the woman  described in The Outkast song "Roses"; she can only be, should only ever want to be the most deadly of all bitches, the rarest kind known in the jungle:  A Bitch's Bitch.

Like Kenny Rogers' classic song The Gambler - which is of course another image beloved, treasured and of special significance here -- a woman, however, must have many skills but in the language of the Wild West basically your character could be judged by how well you handle your liquor, your money, and your guns in order to live a respectable and self respecting life:  

Now Ev'ry gambler knows that the secret to survivinIs knowin' what to throw away and knowing what to keep.'Cause ev'ry hand's a winner and ev'ry hand's a loser,And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep.

You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em,Know when to walk away and know when to run.You never count your money when you're sittin' at the table.There'll be time enough for countin' when the dealin's done.

Every woman who has ever been named a Bitch for knowing her own mind is a woman who knew what to throw away in life and what to keep. Don't ever allow anyone to shame you for knowing what is best for yourself, not even when it causes tears.