Name: hairy

Reasons for being a Heartless Bitch:
I refuse to sugar coat myself, my opinions or my truth for anybody. As Ani Difranco says, "I am not a pretty girl", nor will I pretend to be for the comfort of anybody else. Early in my teens I realised that the only way I could become a self respecting, whole individual, was to live for MYSELF rather than the twisted expectations of anybody else. My challenge and my gift of self respect is to stride through each day in pursuit of my own goals and expectations, with no regard for the restrictions or labels others may attempt to plaster me with My attitude is something along the lines of "If they dont like it, fuck 'em". My most used line would have to be "welcome to the real world- deal with it". I dont have any patience for those people who live in their own fantasy worlds, and consider anything outside their realm of experience to be 'abnormal'. I'm not intolerant of people- only of intolerant attitudes. If they don't like it when I challenge their opinion- fuck 'em. I am pleased when others express disdain for my "self righteousness". If I dont uphold my true self, who else will ?!? I have immense respect for others, but above all, I am true to myself. I respect their opinions and the way they live their lives, and I expect the same from them. If they don't, and they are lucky- I walk away (rarely). If they are unlucky (most of the time), they get a candid tirade of 'self righteousness'. When certain people dont like me, I take it as the greatest of compliments. My approach to life is not a popular one, but I have no desire for 'popularity' (something you have when you spend your life conforming and pleasing others, which simply involves other self sacrificing conformists gravitating around you, so that you can all perpetate the cycle of living false lives for the benefit of everyone but yourself). What my approach to life does deliver, is SELF RESPECT, fulfillment, and the knowledge that all of my relationships are frank and honest. Examples? If I am shopping with my beautiful girlfriend, the woman I am going to spend the rest of my life with, and I want to express my affection for her, I go right ahead. I dont care if it is pension day and the supermarket is packed with little old ladies who are absolutely scandalised by the sight of two women being romantic together. If they dont like it, fuck them!

[The problem with some people is they don't know to quit when they are ahead. This application, so far, anyway, was a shoo in. She insisted on giving me STORIES.]

On Sunday night, it was my 21st birthday party. A close friend of mine, who has courageously been recovering from the devestating effects of sexual assault, had too much to drink, became disoriented and dissasociative, and began reliving her rape. The response of my housemate and his buddies? He told me they were 'disturbed' and fucked off for a stroll in the park,

[What did you want them to do? They aren't counsellors. This is a pretty healthy boundary. Leave when the drama cranks up. Perhaps they could have called a professional, but perhaps they didn't feel that she needed that.]

leaving my friends and I to restrain our friend from running into the street and being hit by a car.

[It's noble that you wanted to help her, but sometimes you just can't save people from themselves. Common civility says that you can't just sit around and let someone hurt themselves, so I am not faulting you for trying to keep her from running out into the street. I am faulting you for not calling in the cops or an ambulance. You aren't a doctor, and you're not her doctor. Don't get caught up in the rescue drama. You may be KEEPING her from getting a cure.]

I could have really used the assistance of my beefed up housemate in restraining a very strong, struggling, drunk person.

[That's what police are for. Stop "using" your friends.]

I could have used some solidarity. When he came back, I told him that, plus a lot more. I told him what a spineless coward he was to bail out on me because his reality didnt include rape,

[Ah, I think you presume when you accuse him of not having his reality aligned properly. His walking out on her doesn't mean that he doesn't think that rape is real, or even that HER rape is real. He doesn't need the drama, and he doesn't need to be a savior.]

which happens every minute to somebody somewhere, and which my friend was dealing with in a very typical way.

[I don't find drunken rape reenactment to be typical. So what if it is? I don't care to deal with mental problems, typical or atypical. I can't blame him for leaving, but what did you do? Did you get her help, or did you arrogantly think you were all the help she needed?]

I told him that although I'd seen some supreme displays of gutlessness from him before, I had never been quite so disgusted with him as I am presently.

[So move. Take the drama with you.]

He has spent the last four nights at a friends house, leaving a note on the fridge saying that he "just needed a break". I dont know if he will come back, and you know what? I dont give a flying fuck. I dont need pricks like him in my life.

[He's a prick because he doesn't put up with this kind of bullshit? He should apply.]

Anyway. This was my attempt to explain why I am a heartless bitch. If you dont think so, I dont care. I need your stamp of approval to tell me that I'm living my life the right way about as much as the Pope needs condoms. If you admit me to the realms of heartless bitchiness, that would be wonderful and I'd be honoured. If you dont (and dont pretend you dont see this comment coming), I dont give a fuck.

[Which is why I feel very comfortable about bypassing your application.]

One Liner:
Your visa to the real world has expired, and we've already filled our quota of immigraints from pretty-boy-skanky gurl-plasticky-pastelly-la-la land. GO HOME.

[Whatever that means.]

Name: Jean

Reasons for being a Heartless Bitch:
I am a heartless bitch because I am tired of listening to my friends tell me the same sob stories about their lives, yet refuse to do anything about it. I'm sick of having my time wasted by friends who complain endlessly about their love lives, but drop me from the roster at the first twinkle of a potential SO's eyes. I'm sick of friends avoiding each other to avoid drama, and I'm sick of people starting drama with each other rather than growing the fuck up. I'm sick of people working at local businesses giving be lousy customer service because I don't know everyone in town, and then getting grief from people for supporting "the man." I have punished the people who have thus angered me in ways ranging from denying them of my wonderful company to urinating on their car, in broad daylight.

[They don't wait on you, so you piss on their cars? What the fuck...?]

Did I mention I'm also an insomniac?

[I'd wager that there is more than that wrong up there.]

One Liner:
My brain can beat up your brain.

[If not, will it piss on my brain's car?]

Name: Stacey

Reasons for being a Heartless Bitch:
I made an arrogant bastard suffer, whom had made me miserable with his infidelity and tricks.

[Hey, Rocky. Watch me pull a rabbit out of a hat. AGAIN? Nothing up my sleeve. PRESTO. *GRRRR* Wrong hat.]

I invented an online persona, one who was rich and beautiful and to him, intriging, and set to work. I led him on for a time, then led him to believe I had him investigated, and that the investigator had broken into his house and taken pictures. I also hounded him relentlessly at work with phone calls, causing him to get into trouble repeatedly, and of course, great embarrasment. The worthless bastard deserved it.

[Wow. Look how much time you invested in an asshole like that. Amazing. Now I can't tell who's the asshole. Maybe Bullwinkle pulled an ASSHOLE out of his hat? AGAIN?]

One Liner:
My balls are always bigger than his, and I will do what I have to to get even.

[You could really use a hobby.]

Name: (domina)

Reasons for being a Heartless Bitch:
i like to dominate men and women. i am a feminized shemale, i need to be obeyed by weak people. also couples.

[We won't help boost your rating or your website.]

One Liner:
if male, you need to feminize, if female, you need to submit.

[Submit to whom?]

Name: Shannon E.

Reasons for being a Heartless Bitch:
I'm exceedingly proud of my bitchiness. Hell, I'm one of those women who is revered for being a bitch. I work in a prison,

[Here we go. I used to watch your work on Oz.]

therefore I'm able to be paid by our wonderful state taxpayers to be a bitch as much as I want.

[Like it's hard to shit on prisoners. This is as easy as abusing children and the elderly, only few people care about prisoners. Sounds like you watched too much Sleepers.]

Every ounce of aggressive bitchiness that I don't save for my husband's enjoyment gets unloaded upon a plethora of dipshit inmates on a daily basis, which is a perk-- it's rare when I go a day or two without making some jackass man cry because I "hurt his feelings".

[What kind of weak-ass prison do YOU work in?]

Boo Fucking Hoo!! I love it when guys actually thinks I give a shit. Then, of course there's the continuation of my heartless bitchiness into my personal life. It's an asset, really I'm feared by an array of people due to my nastiness,

[Nastiness is just nastiness. You've missed the whole point of being a Heartless Bitch.]

and I like it that way. I'm heartless. I'm vengeful. I aspire to be the most sarcastic, heinous bitch that I can possibly be. I'm glad that I've finally found a group of people like myself who seem to hate everyone equally.

[Keep looking. We are NOTHING like you. You are just a bully.]

One Liner:
Bush or Kerry-- who gives a shit? Let's elect a Heartless Bitch for president and actually get some shit done!

[Like...intimidating prisoners and people who are just too nice to tell you to fuck off.]