Funny, I was just thinking about this today and thinking about writing something about it. Maybe I still will although you hit a lot of the highlights. I was a “good girl” for most of my life. I was “niccce.” Then one day I woke up and said “fuck that!” I am still a very kind and empathetic person. I am a good friend and I’m loyal as can be, but if anyone ever calls me a “nice woman” I will kick them in the shins. I am not a nice woman! I am not a Stepford wife or a smiling robot (which is pretty much what is expected). I am a real flesh and blood person who does not like to be taken for granted or treated disrespectfully.

If someone pushes me too far, they will find a hornet’s nest that they’ll wish they’d never kicked. THAT woman swears and fucks and stands up for herself and her tribe. You want a chick like that on your side; not against it. James occasionally says, “Remind me not to piss YOU off” when someone else has and is paying the price. He forgets of course, from time to time, but he has the advantage of being mostly lovable and my loyalty to him well earned. After way too much of my life wasted placating other people and being a doormat, I am quite happy to be a bitch when the circumstances call for it!

Dispelling cultural myths with research-driven stories. My favorite word is “specious.” Not fragile like a flower; fragile like a bomb! Twitter @ElleBeau

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