Is The Word Bitch Working For You

I'm going to begin by saying that Scotland's National Animal is a Unicorn! This has nothing to do with my blog, but I didn't know that and I think it's awesome so I had to share! I can guarantee when I share this information with my five year old granddaughter she's going to want to move to Scotland with her rainbow car she says she getting.

Now what I was going to blog about doesn't seem appropriate with cute unicorns looking down, but its been on my mind so I'm just going to vent a little. I'm not sure if it's because I had this discussion with a friend a couple of weeks ago that I'm noticing it more than usual, but why are women and girls calling each other bitches? I'm hearing it on television, I see it on quotes, you can take online quizzes to see how much of a bitch you are, or if you're a basic bitch. Why? When did all of this become acceptable? It's not okay. I don't care what context you're using it because if you're not describing a female dog, it's a derogatory word - lets not forget that!

Let's show more respect and quit addressing ourselves and each other as bitches. Saying that you're a bad bitch to describe yourself is ridiculous. You want people to respect you, and you should have more respect for yourself. I feel that women are degrading themselves by this.We are literally creating and celebrating a new demeaning name for women. I'm going to stop with that because I could vent for days on this subject, but can we get a new word please.

I don't want to make light of this or contradict what I just said, but I'm going to end with a picture quote using the word bitch. Sorry, but this one seems appropriate.

Peace, Love & Hugs!

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