If you want to see me completely lose it, in other words, explode all over you, sending shrapnel of pure fury raining down upon your soft underbelly until they will need a hefty bag to gather your putrid remains, simply call me a gender-specific curse word. And there are so many of them available for you to choose from, b**ch being just one of those.
Not that I get cursed at on a regular basis, mind you. In fact it’s relatively rare. I’m a basically peaceful, non-combative person. If you treat me with respect, I’ll happily reciprocate. And I’ve developed an increasingly thick skin over the years. Call me all the gender-neutral curse words you want. That’s really a reflection of your low character more than anything else.
The reason the gender-specific ones bug me is that you’re not only saying what you think of me in your extremely uncreative way, but you’re adding on, “you lowly female,” as if being a woman makes me beneath your contempt, and that is something I cannot abide.
I PARTICULARLY hate it when the source of this epithet is another woman. Why would you want to contribute to the illusion that we deserve to remain in a minority status? Why would you want to pile on like that when women in general, in the vast majority of cultures, are already catching crap from every direction? I simply don’t understand this disdain for your own gender.
So I’ve hereby established my boundaries. Step beyond them at your own risk.
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