Friday, January 23, 2009

B*TCHES - Third Realization


Bitch! April exclaimed after a lady in the train pushed her. I told her people at our back are annoyingly noisy, it’s like they own the train. Once again she told me that they could be a crowd of bitches. April doesn’t own a bad mouth. She’s on a dilemma learning her friend is in a really bad situation. I have been thinking about this thought for a long time, and it was somewhat defined- Bitches are everywhere.

Some of us may find the term cool. We may even use it to illustrate a feisty attitude or a fierce moment orchestrated by someone. In contrast, we all know that a bitch is naturally bad. The connotation for the term has never been true blue cool. I had my share of different encounters wherein I silently shouted just within myself the word “bitch” to calm myself down from a very bad situation.

I would narrate my stories without defining gender. That would appear biased.

Bitch on the road. I once offered this old lady a seat in the bus because one, she’s having a hard time and two, I hate seeing an old lady standing. When I stood up, a bitch immediately took my seat and the lady just smiled at me and said “it’s okay dear”. The bitch did not show any sign of appreciation and sat there like nothing really happened. I thought it was really unbelievable.

Normal is bitch too. Unlike our common characterization of bitches, some commoners can put on the act too. Say a sales person tired of working. You would approach one to ask for assistance or information and all you’d get is a stiff face and a one word answer. Not that I rally for the “my money provides your salary” thing, but I believe this kind of job requires a bit of enthusiasm right?

Nature can be a bitch too. Imagine commuting while there is a thunder storm. Imagine all the mud in your shoes. Imagine wet umbrellas being forced in your skin because vehicles are all too tight. No, i wont blame mother nature, but why does some thunder storms are way too destructive? Another bitch is time. I have been running against or for it for quite a long time. And mind you, I never win. Why should time exist? Why should everything be set with Time limit? Like why should there be length for movies? An hour for a massage? A minute or two for a kid’s little Ferris wheel? A day to meet someone dear to you? A month of vacation? Why should there be an idea of time constraint? They said no team really lose a basketball game, they just ran out short of time.

Would you blame me if I consider time a bitch?


Bitch, a term for the female of a canine species in general, is frequently used as a term for a malicious, spiteful, domineering, intrusive, or unpleasant person, especially a woman. This second meaning has been in use since around 1400.[1] When used to describe a male, it may also confer the meaning of "subordinate", especially to another male, as in prison. Generally, this term is used to indicate that the person is acting outside the confines of their gender roles, such as when women are assertive or aggressive, or when men are passive or servile. More recent variants of bitch are bitchy, ill-tempered (1925), and to bitch, to complain (1930).[1]


alex said...

BITCH (bitch) n.- asong babae; angal, reklamo; mabigat na problema o situwasyon; alburuto; puta, babaeng malibog o makamundo babaeng kiri, malantod o malandi; v.- umangal, mag-alburuto, magreklamo.


hayyyzzz life's a bitch in general but, whatevs....

lucas said...

that word never sounds good in my ears.