I am not a bitch. Do not address me as such.

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What is a bitch?
A bitch is a female dog. That is what it is.
However, somewhere along the way, we seem to have lost track and gave this word a different meaning.
I asked a few men on Twitter what they meant when they referred to women as bitches and these are some of the answers I received:
“Rudeness, arrogance and when she thinks nothing of herself ([I] don’t call women that though)”
“I think it’s all about the context it is used in though it can never be in a good way. Bitch as in a whore, someone who sleeps with anyone and bitch as in cocky or bitchy.’’
One of my friends said, “Unless you’re having sex when you call a woman that, it is disrespectful.”
Yes, so I laughed a little at the last one but I was still left feeling a little confused as more and more answers came in. You see, I just do not understand this concept. Are we that unimaginative that we cannot come up with new words to say to each other? Because calling someone a bitch is really getting old now.
This happened to me earlier in the week. I was called this word. So, instead of getting upset, I asked this person what they meant. And their response was because I was bitching too much, they decided to call me a bitch. Now I do not know anymore. When someone complains about something, is that not exactly what they are doing? Complaining? When someone is voicing their opinions, is that not exactly what they are entitled to do? Voice their opinions? When someone is not happy about something and tells you about it, are they not allowed to do that? Or should we keep quiet, afraid that we will be called bitches?
My Mom always told me my mouth would get me into trouble. Well, I just cannot help it. The Lord gave me a beautiful mouth and a vast vocabulary, why should I not use it? J
So next time someone calls you a bitch, tell them to pick up a dictionary and learn a few new words, that one is getting old. Because you are not defined by what others say about you. They are not that important anyway. So when they call you names, tell you that you are a bitch, and call you every ugly name in the book, so what? Are you who they say you are? Or are you your own person, beautifully created in His image? Do not let others define you. Do not worry about what they say or think. You have no control over that. You are God’s Gift. Created in His image. A perfectly imperfect being. Rejoice in it!!
I chose not to write ‘b****’, instead I wrote ‘bitch’, because in actuality, it is a female dog. Let’s get it right. No need to bleep out letters. It is not a demeaning term. It is a word referring to a female dog. Don’t call our women that, we are not female dogs. If God wanted us to be female dogs, He would have made us female dogs.

I am not a female dog. I am not a bitch. Do not address me as such.

Take care.


Miss Stone

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