(I read this article from Sunday Lifestyle of The Philippine Star.)
Two roommates meet for the first time. One is a small-town girl on scholarship, the other a wealthy, convent school graduate. The small-town girl greets her new roommate with a huge smile and asks, "So, where are you from?" The colegiala sniffs, "From a place where we know better than to end our sentences with prepositions." The small-town girl, jolly as ever, replies, "So, where are you from, bitch?"
There you are. One roommate was catty, the other bitchy. When you are catty, you like to cut people down out of anxiety or spite. To you, everybody is a loser and therefore not worth your time or attention or friendship. If you do socialize, you do it out of a need for company and to feed your already ready-to-burst ego. You feel superior that no one can be your equal or heaven forbid, better than you. The word catty comes from – you guessed it – the cat. A cat is independent and is happiest being left alone to luxuriate in her controlled environment. If she gets hungry or suddenly has the urge for company and once satisfied, it would again retreat to its own space and leave you behind.
In contrast, a bitch is described as a female dog. And dogs by nature are inherently incapable of contempt. To her, happiness is synonymous with her master. But wait, there are bitches, and then, there are bitches. That’s because oftentimes, being catty is mistaken for being bitchy. It’s not the same.
When women gossip, they call it being bitchy. Wrong. It’s being catty. The ultimate aim is to flaunt a holier-than-thou attitude, and it’s a cop-out way to celebrate the misfortune or tragedy of others. The element of malice is glaring and evident.
To be a bitch, you must focus on your creativity, your uniqueness. You must not be afraid to make mistakes. In fact, you use these mistakes as a starting point to bring out the courage to own up to these fumbles and feel with you a fount of emerging strength that could only make you better today than you were yesterday.
But be aware that being bitchy can be a lonely place. There are attendant demands that you must prepare for. You can be alone with no allies and –the crucial part- you stand the risk ob being misunderstood or even rejected. There is no guarantee that everyone will rally behind you, much less understand your stand. But so long as you are not out to destroy yourself or anyone, you are on the right path.
The small-town roommate displayed a genuine connection with her inner bitch. She remained cheerfully unaffected and resistant to scorn, holding her own with humor and dignity. Above all, she refused to play the shame game.
From an inspired writer, comes the assertion of the Art and Science of Bitchology…(see my next post)
Two roommates meet for the first time. One is a small-town girl on scholarship, the other a wealthy, convent school graduate. The small-town girl greets her new roommate with a huge smile and asks, "So, where are you from?" The colegiala sniffs, "From a place where we know better than to end our sentences with prepositions." The small-town girl, jolly as ever, replies, "So, where are you from, bitch?"
There you are. One roommate was catty, the other bitchy. When you are catty, you like to cut people down out of anxiety or spite. To you, everybody is a loser and therefore not worth your time or attention or friendship. If you do socialize, you do it out of a need for company and to feed your already ready-to-burst ego. You feel superior that no one can be your equal or heaven forbid, better than you. The word catty comes from – you guessed it – the cat. A cat is independent and is happiest being left alone to luxuriate in her controlled environment. If she gets hungry or suddenly has the urge for company and once satisfied, it would again retreat to its own space and leave you behind.
In contrast, a bitch is described as a female dog. And dogs by nature are inherently incapable of contempt. To her, happiness is synonymous with her master. But wait, there are bitches, and then, there are bitches. That’s because oftentimes, being catty is mistaken for being bitchy. It’s not the same.
When women gossip, they call it being bitchy. Wrong. It’s being catty. The ultimate aim is to flaunt a holier-than-thou attitude, and it’s a cop-out way to celebrate the misfortune or tragedy of others. The element of malice is glaring and evident.
To be a bitch, you must focus on your creativity, your uniqueness. You must not be afraid to make mistakes. In fact, you use these mistakes as a starting point to bring out the courage to own up to these fumbles and feel with you a fount of emerging strength that could only make you better today than you were yesterday.
But be aware that being bitchy can be a lonely place. There are attendant demands that you must prepare for. You can be alone with no allies and –the crucial part- you stand the risk ob being misunderstood or even rejected. There is no guarantee that everyone will rally behind you, much less understand your stand. But so long as you are not out to destroy yourself or anyone, you are on the right path.
The small-town roommate displayed a genuine connection with her inner bitch. She remained cheerfully unaffected and resistant to scorn, holding her own with humor and dignity. Above all, she refused to play the shame game.
From an inspired writer, comes the assertion of the Art and Science of Bitchology…(see my next post)
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I want to awake the inner bitch in me.
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