I like the power we attribute to words in our world. Any old word can become venomous or charming or vile…it’s all about the emotions and intent we tie to the poor little innocuous words that make them so exciting or horrifying, but when it is all said and done they are just words. It’s the people that imbue them with an imprint that is more powerful than the actual stringing together of letters.
Bitch has long been one of my favorite words. The Merriam-Webster Dictionary online offers the following definitions for the word bitch:
1: the female of the dog or some other carnivorous mammals
2a : a lewd or immoral woman; b : a malicious, spiteful, or overbearing woman —sometimes used as a generalized term of abuse
3: something that is extremely difficult, objectionable, or unpleasant
None of those definitions seem terribly palatable, but I must confess – I love the word. In my mind it can additionally be used to describe a formidable woman who knows her mind and takes no prisoners. Of course, not all bitches are good bitches…some are bad bitches (see 2b definition above). The point is, the word is only as powerful as we allow it to be and we can choose to interpret it or use it as we see fit.
I am a good bitch (kind of like Glenda in the Wizard of Oz but without the big fluffy dress, wand and lilting delivery of uplifting thoughts). I am a good bitch because I am not malicious or spiteful and I am only a tad overbearing…indeed – I am formidable, know my mind and take no prisoners…I am that kind of bitch.
So go ahead call me a bitch and know that I’ll wear it as a badge of honor…as a wise woman once said, “You call me a bitch like it is a bad thing.”
Day six hundred and nine of the new forty – obla di obla da