I laughed when I read this. I went to my elder sister’s room and actually read the lines to her. She chuckled.
Yesterday was her birthday. She turned 35. We are both single. And yes, when I posted this as my status at Facebook, it was a riot. Of course, most of those who liked it are ALL single women themselves.
Was it a coincidence?
I have every reason to believe that when they read that status, it made them laugh. It’s funny but true, the irony of it all.
The Bitch: In Praise of Difficult Women by Elizabeth Wurtzel is a book I’ve bought from a book sale two days ago. It caught my attention primarily because of its title. I’ve started reading it as soon as I got home. It’s an entertaining feminist manifesto if I must say. It kept me chuckling and intellectually charged. It made me laughed out loud in fact.
The word bitch has been used and interpreted many times. Have you ever been called a bitch, too? Well lucky for you if you have been called once, twice or thrice. But then again, in what context were you called as such? I don’t even know how to begin to define the word “bitch”. It seems like the word has been used so many times and in so many contexts. Sometimes, being bitchy is good. Other times, it is not. It also goes to say that being Miss Goody Two Shoes is sometimes good. Other times, it is just not. You know sometimes you just have to fight when you know you just have to. No harm in it.
I would have loved to blog about it but I’ll restrain myself. I want to finish reading the book first.
For the meantime, I’ll bear in mind not to ride the airplanes after I turned 35.
