“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.�