And I’m Not Sorry

“I’m not your b*tch, don’t hang your sh*t on me.”
-M

My posts in another venue have incited a few comments that are in keeping with a certain theme I’ve heard elsewhere from time to time. I thought I’d address said theme here once and for all.

I do not think I’m better than you.

There. I said it.

In fact, I’m not nearly as wonderful as *I* can be. So I certainly can’t compare myself to anyone else.

But I am wonderful, to a certain extent, and when others read or hear an opinionated, confident, and strong-willed woman rant about a topic with passion and wit, well, they go apesh*t. Then they put all their own hang-ups on me, or try to. And I’m getting sick of it.

Certain people, especially other women, can’t handle alternative points of view from someone who won’t be bent to their way of thinking. They can’t attack the topic at hand or facts presented, so they go after the person. Small minds and all.

“You’re acting superior, high and mighty, holier than thou. You think you’re better than me,” they whine.

Give me a break.

I will admit this – my longtime readers, friends, and family are tough cookies. I don’t attract weaklings. Most of you are secure and therefore not threatened by anyone.

The rest should take a long look in the mirror and recognize all that is brilliant and hot in the reflection. Then you won’t begrudge others what you so desperately and transparently want for yourself.

I am bookending this post with two quotes that sum up any reaction to your insecure and petty remarks. Take yer pick.

And then learn to love yourself. No matter how difficult.

“No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.”
-E.R.