Bitch philosophy - science or art

2024 Author: James Gerald | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-17 14:00

A. Knyshev

Virtue, with the exception of the romantic image of a virgin beauty and a Madonna and child, is not photogenic. A bitch is a completely different matter. How many images have been created by cinematography and masters of pen and flash. Greta Garbo, Marlene Dietrich, Sharon Stone are mysterious women that go beyond the categories and cliches into which they were trying to drive. A vamp woman and la femme fatal, a seductress in black, Anna Karenina and Betty Sharp - these are the images that excite more than one generation of men …

Glossy life style does not lag behind literature and haute couture - wherever you look - it is everywhere, BITCH. Hairpins, long, well-groomed nails, flawless makeup and hair. But, unfortunately for men, things are different in life. A bitch is not an outfit. This is an inner state and a way of life. Like plasma, it assumes any guise. My most bitchy period in my life flew by in the image of the eighth-grader Tsoi. A pair of frankly red braids with acid elastic bands, a satchel over the shoulders and almost white golfs (though I was only 17).

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How fun it was! This was my model of communication with the opposite sex. And at that stage, the only possible model. Because I was angry with them and hated. She did not forgive and did not let go.

For hundreds of years, there have been ontological disputes about the origin of bitchiness in cocottes and in general female individuals. The essence of the controversy: bitchiness is an innate or acquired quality, and is it a quality at all?

Meanwhile, our dear macho and modest ones (judging by the experience of my close friend in this case, the differences are erased, before the bitch everyone is equal) fly into the light, catching pheromones, vibes with their nose and not feeling danger. They fall, dear ones, to the legs of the beautiful and not so. "Why?" - are the kind, clever and beautiful crying out? What did he find in her?

There must be some mystery in a woman

When the relationship cracked, I slipped into bitchiness. "Come here", "come out of here" - beckon and quit. But the soul rested, however, life did not get any better from this, only the gundos conscience became more and more persistent. And once a friend gave me a postcard like "A man is not a luxury, but a means of transportation," and there were such lines from someone great:

And it really changed my attitude towards bitches …

Frank bitchiness at 17 was imperceptible to me. It seemed to me that I did not play at all, just a little impulsive and wayward. And serve here Lyapkina-Tyapkin and a piece of pineapple. And as long as the unfortunate admirer was running for cigarettes, I could easily drive off to some nice club. Or promising from three boxes after a romantic evening, having snatched out the recognition "you are a super-woman", to disappear forever. Arrows were hammered right and left in the most remote and unforeseen places. And I never came … Having fallen in love, from a little spiteful girl, but easy in communication, slowly but surely turned into a hysterical possessive. And the loved one, meanwhile, was growing up and growing before our eyes, taking advantage of the increased attention of the opposite sex. I wilted, turning into a grumpy wife. Anomaly? Alas, I see it at every step … Three years later we parted, he was very patient. However, it's not hard to guess who dumped whom.

Decided again - I'll be a bitch. But this time the program crashed. They did not believe me, I had changed too much, I was full of chaos inside, and it was difficult to understand how I feel about men - a tangle of unsolved archetypes, unlived grudges and crazy tenderness, the desire to hug and kick at the same time, surrender and refuse.

How could such a girl be understood? It is not hard to guess that I was at the next training "Stervology".

The art of being a bitch

G. Heine

It still seems to me, although I rarely put on a bitchy outfit, that she - this hairpin and little prankster - sits in each of us. And I will prove it!

The group consisted of about 30 completely different girls. In the normal proportion of desperate, blue stockings, romantics, Pushkin's tatyans and just losers. A couple of presenters gave a special flavor to the training: a tall and muscular man under 35 years old, with an amazing sense of humor.

The first condition they set was a month without men, of course, within the framework of the training.

Second, be different every time. Don't just put on new clothes, but also change your gestures, voice and outfit.

The first dance practically all stood. At the wall. And the knees did not tremble except for the most experienced seductresses. In the third lesson, we already tried to emancipate each other in front of the coaches. The spirit of the brothel was in the air, mixed with the energy of old maidens who missed love (although we were all beautiful in general and young). This feeling was skillfully created by the group itself with the support of trainers. The guys inspired us with self-confidence, like "I am the most charming and attractive", and the effect was on the face. We drew the perfect image, took lessons from Betty Sharp, watched educational films and drew, played, laughed, and danced. It was incredibly fun.

And when we reached a state of readiness, boys were sent into our cage. The conditions are monstrous: we are the hall, and they are gladiators. We are the jury, and they get admission to the group. And that's all. We set the conditions for admission. Girls! Even the most notorious stockings turned into furies.

The boys danced, undressed, read Arabic and fell to their knees. Women (otherwise we could not be called then) came off for all the insults and humiliations.

I left. Because I realized that the bitch is a dead end path. This way I will never be happy. And even if the man of my dreams falls on his face (and we, however, have been taught a thing or two), I will not find peace. Something was missing in this war of the sexes …

When is it good to be a bitch? At the stage of seduction. Women are flexible and adaptable natures. Men, to put it mildly, are simpler and more straightforward. The game is needed by both. But the game, not fighting without rules. Coquetry and light flirting, mystery and mystery, hiding warmth and tenderness. Why not put on a beautiful show?

The executioner is the victim

Many tried to discover the Buddhist principle "to have or to be" for Western culture, but only E. Fromm succeeded in full. His work of the same name and another one about love engulfed me, I discovered a new dimension of love. The bitch didn’t like me precisely because she had everyone. Consumed, trampling on personality and not appreciating the meeting of two PERSONALITIES. Let it be for an hour or a year - it doesn't matter. In the depths of my soul, the prickle came from there - from the inability to be here and now in a relationship and from being overly exacting. The bitch always SHOULD EVERYTHING !!! And in my world, the main principle is donation, not handouts.

She is more beautiful than the sun, with the look of a sexy panther, demands sacrifices from the surrounding men. She is so beautiful, sexy and confident in her divinity that ritual souls fall without regret. And even if someone cleared the "chip", others follow him.

But don't think that I condemn the bitch. No. And this Fromm's vision of love does not have to be taken literally, I just felt a fine line between playing a riddle within the framework of seduction and an outright "scam." When I see the "pussy" going overboard, I want to say like Danila Bodrovsky "Come on!"

Let me tell you my favorite toast about caring, not sex:

Let's love each other and not break!

They give free of charge, take care of nature and internal needs, without demanding an answer. Do not pull on the floor, do not set footboards, do not lower them in front of friends. They just love, and that's it! Believe me, it happens. And it's not difficult at all.