Which Bitch is Which?

July 26, 2012

I have been here for 48 days and I can attest that the idea that time passes more quickly as you get older is purely situational.  In jail, time does not pass quickly, no matter how old you are.

I'm thinking too much so I'm probably going to write too much.  It's something to do.

While I am speaking upon truths in this wee hour of an apparent Wednesday, I will also remark that after careful self-scrutiny, I do believe that I am one of those people that others label as 'too nice'.  I gather this other truth from my life experience as a former doormat to opportunists, as well as from the multiple suggestions that I read the book, "Why Men Love Bitches".  This book has been put in my hands 3 times (twice since I arrived here) and suggested more times than that.

I am still reluctant to read it.    

I think the word 'bitch', like time passing quickly as you get older, is destined to remain situational.   I think that sometimes the word means 'self-respecting, confident woman' (I bet this is what it means in the book I should read) and sometimes it just means 'nasty bitch'.  Of course, sometimes it actually does mean 'female dog', but usually just around kennel club people.
 
Here is an example of how being too nice carries the potential of turning a woman into a smokescreen of 'nasty bitch'. As she makes friends with men who love her for her true niceness, they often want much more and when she is not interested in reciprocating, (as she clearly states from the beginning), there develops a small-town, chronological string of 'what he said's'.  Each blah blah blah created to salvage an individual damaged ego can run into train wreck intersections of BLAH and create a false image of 'BITCH', but not the good kind.  It's not very fair at all and very good reason to become the other kind of bitch (not the female dog, the other one).

The collective, defensive locker room talk makes it seem as if there is something wrong with HER because she didn't respond accordingly to these selfless, amorous, charitable suitors, instead of accepting the truth…she was just not available and/or interested in that way.  Get enough men with their egos burned by the same woman within a certain town's radius and eventually they form a great wall of 'what they said' and like a smokescreen, she ends up looking like the undesirable kind of bitch, which is not really fair.  It's a testosterone racket.

The 'warm and personal' connection that some 'too nice' women can easily make can give some men the wrong idea-then, because these types of women are particularly sensitive, they don't want to hurt anyone's feelings so they let it carry on way too long, far beyond their comfort zone and when they cut the relationship just to emergency breathe, the confused men are left wondering, "Why? What's wrong with me?  It must be her!  She was so nice!  I could tell she wanted me and now she's a total bitch!". 

And why did she let it happen?  She's too damned nice!  Where's that book...

Of course, I don't mean to offend the countless wonderful men of the world.  I love men and certainly want the right one all for myself when the timing is right.   I think my booking photo would do nicely for EHarmony or Match.com.   I knew I smiled in the middle of that horror for a good reason. I wonder who they might match me up with.  Maybe Charles Manson.  Sorry Charlie, I'm not into facial hair and there's something in your eyes that sort of makes me want to look away.  Take my advice-Maybe consider a different head shot. (just call me a bitch(o:)