Had a strange experience at a party last night. I was small talking to a girl I’d just met, and some exchange of remarks led me to say “you’re a bad bitch, aren’t you?” Hearing this made her blush, giddy and empowered, so much so that she turned to the nearest three guys and asked them if they, too, thought that she was a bad bitch. They said no, of course not. Feeling their familiar power structures under siege, they said “you’re too nice to be a bad bitch, trust me.” These rebuttals put her firmly back in her place, and I thought that was a much bigger shame than the cops coming, not long after this, to tell us to call it a day.
In any case, ladies: go ahead and be bad bitches, please. It might inspire us to get our shit together, be more positively self-possessed, and not treat you all, retroactively, like various things including dolls, raw meat, and decorative art.