“bitch”
The other day at the Cingular Store I called a young woman a “bitch”. I about lost my breath. I apologized and she wouldn’t accept it. She told me I was a typical man.
In the 1970s I was a “male feminist” before those two words were used together. (You never hear them anymore, but that’s another entry.) I never used the word “bitch” in those days. Over the years, “bitch” has become more prevalent. I admit I sometimes think the word “bitch” but I rarely say it out loud. That’s why the other day at the Cingular Store came as such a surprise to me. I can’t get the incident off my mind, so I decided to write about it, here.