Short answer; judgemental, yes; bitch, quite possibly.
Because A) I’m human and b) I’m a girl.
As the years go by, I am believing more and more that my brain has one raging judgy bitch nestled in there. Which is crazy for me to think of, as in high school I kept to myself a bit and wasn’t very outspoken. Today that is not the case. Although ‘they say’ you always gotta be aware of the quiet ones huh.
Are all girls bitches? Are all girls judgy? In my honest opinion I really do think we are all judgy. As for bitchy, mostly. Some have more reason to be than others, and some are just more upfront of about it. Ie the Regina George’s and Janice Ian’s of the world vs. the Cady Heron’s of the world (mean girls anyone?).
But really, without even meaning to, as soon as I met someone I instantly start judging them. I don’t even mean to! It’s like a natural programme installed in my female brain. And it’s everything – about how they physically present themselves and how they display their personality. It’s worse with girls as well. Something to do with competition? Like the meme going around Instagram atm: “girls compete with each other, women empower one another”. Well, fuck. I’m a competitive person so I guess I ain’t maturing to womanhood anytime soon.
But at least I’m not one of those people that basis a person on the first interaction. And so it seems neither do the people I hang with.
Take the first time meeting my best friend. We were having some sort of pre work meeting, and I, the punctual bitch that I am, was there early and seated. We had a mutual friend, let’s call her Melanie, and my best friend we’ll call Cassandra. Melanie came sat next to me, gave me a hug and we’re having a bit of a gossip before she introduced me to Cassandra. Cassandra had pink hair, and the first thing she said addressed that she got drunk and thought pink hair sounded like a fab idea. I laughed cause I thought it was hilarious, but apparently that came across as bitchy, as did the fact I was wearing glasses. Wtf!? Rude. I don’t know how that comes across as bitchy. Something else that added to my bitchiness is my inability to remember names. Ah, okay?
However that was all shaken off the next night when Cassandra and I bonded over jägerbombs and shitty dance moves. Cassandra has also confessed to me that my sassyness and I don’t give a fuck what you think of me attitude was refreshing and rubbed off on her in a big way. She is so fiesty and just a general awesome badass chick. But I believe it’s a good thing. Standing up for yourself, having your own opinion and marching to your own drum is what makes women empowering. I mean, with the good comes a little bad, right?
Own your bitchiness. It’s not all bad, it’s just part of being a female / girl / women / lady. I encourage you to find your own personal flare of bring a somewhat judgemental bitch.
… You’ve all got to stop calling each other sluts and whores. It just makes it okay for guys to…
… Call you bitches. And ain’t nobody tell you what you are!
Thanks Tina Fey
– Frances