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She's A ...Which?

I remember quarreling with plenty men in my day but the worst thing a man could ever call you was a bitch. Calling a girl a bitch and you would surely have a search team of brothers, boyfriends, and cousins hunting your ass for a well-deserved beat down. The "B" word wasn't tolerated. These days it seems far more acceptable.
Someone can say "I have the perfect bitch" or "that's my bitch". You may even hear a woman say "I'm a bad bitch". One person I know said that if her man calls her a bitch at 'the right time', it will send her over the edge (sexually). We all have little things we like to be called in the bedroom but what about everyday conversation? If one of your closest friends said "you're my bitch and I love you for life.....Would that be a heartfelt sentiment or a recipe for jaw tapping? I wouldn't want a man to call me a bitch in the bed or in the street. It's just not my thing. Perhaps I'm being too much of a prude.
I often refer to inanimate objects as bitches. When my car was acting up, I parked it called a towing company and got rid of that bitch. When I moved and I had to do a deep cleaning on my new bathroom, I bought some Lysol and scrubbed the hell out of the bitch. See? Just some personification up in this bitch, that's all.
However, calling a person a bitch typically happens when I am angry with them. It's DELIBERATE and intended to be rude. Now I will admit that when I'm being stubborn and demanding a standard of respect, salary, etc. When asked why I feel I deserve these things I may very well summarize my explanation with: "because I'm THAT bitch." Thing is I know I'm being difficult, I know I'm a pain in the ass, I know that I'm not the most fun person to be around. Thinking of it though, why does a demanding woman have to be characterized as a bitch anyway? Why not be a woman who knows what she wants and refuses to accept anything less than that? Is being a bitch ever a positive thing?
When is being a bitch okay? I understand I may be out of the loop! Being the perfect bitch or a bad ass bitch or bitcheriffic or some bitch (sorry, had to give a shout out to EB White, Char and my boy Willie) may be a way of taking an otherwise negative word and turning it into something positive. However if all we are doing is taking something negative and embracing it for no reason at all then it could be said we are taking steps in the wrong direction...now ain't THAT a bitch?

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