Happy 50th Birthday, Bitch
I am fifty today. I know it’s no big deal but I think to myself, Buckle up, bitch, you just hit fifty.
I only recently started to refer to myself as “bitch.”
My two daughters, ages fourteen and nineteen, talk to each other that way. They say things like, “You’re a bad-ass bitch.” Then the other one says, “Thank you sissy ho.” These are compliments.