Ramblings of a Ringless Wife

Ringless Wife, Messy House, Cluttered Brain. All in a standard day.

March 8: Have Vagina? Will Bitch.

on March 9, 2012

It is a proven fact: If a body is in ownership of a vagina, at some stage in the body’s life, it will indulge in a bitch session or two (or four or five hundred).

My best friend and I meet up at least 3 or 4 times a week. And I can guarantee that one of these catch ups will be contained of nothing but bitching. Bitching about clothes, weight, food, money, yadda yadda yadda yadda.

Bitching does not always entail the gossip about girls or other people. This is something that people tend to ignore: they seem to think that bitching involves nothing more than running down people behind their backs. To me, this is not the case.

My “sessions” with Meeka very rarely involve other people* – they tend to be about what is going on in our heads, our hearts and in our lives. They offer a valuable debriefing time where we can unload, relax, cry if needed, and know that there someone else out there who will always have our back.

Scientifically, there is no “chemical” that means women have to be bitch. But there is an X chromosome which does allow us an excuse, for lack of a better word, to get away with it.

There is a difference between bitching about your life and bitching about someone. Making sure you don’t cross these lines UN-neccessarily is what determines how your “session” will unfold. Personally, I try to avoid bitching about people,and stick to what is in my immediate life. This is not to say that every now and then Meeka gets greeted with a phone call where I spew vitriol about a person who has particularly pissed me off that day.

I have come to the theory – after NO study at all – that the age where bitchiness moves from people to life hits at about 22. I feel this is the age where people tend to see bigger pictures.  But again, this is not to say that “people” bitchiness ever leaves. There will always be one person who pisses you off to the extreme that you have to say your thoughts to someone whom you can trust. There will always be one person who, if you text them with “Kill me, Kill me NOW,” will know exactly who you are furious at, let you rant for a little while, and then steer your conversation in another direction.

In conclusion (or rather, I can’t think of anything else to say that isn’t regurgitated), Women need to bitch every now and then. We feel things a lot differently to men and generally feel them a lot deeper. But it’s keeping the line of bitching about things, not people  clear that defines whether you are unloading your stresses and/or concerns, or you are, plain and simply, a bitch.

Who do you bitch to?
Do you have a set theme to your bitchiness?

*Husbands excluded. 🙂

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