I may have written this before but the first & only time I've met the Mom, she stood with her arms crossed, didn't look me in the eye & shortly said "Hi". That's it. No other words were spoken between her & me. At the time, we'd just come from a wedding & I was wearing a pretty, flowy dress & maybe a bit of a heel (I'm 5' 11" barefoot). The dress is sleeveless so my many beautiful tattoos (almost half sleeve on one arm & several on the other) were very visible. I had make up on & my hair in a cute up do. This may seem superfluous information but it will become important in a moment.
I found out yesterday that the Mom said that I am a "manly bitch" and a "biker whore". Okay, first thing: I am none of these things. Anyone who knows me knows that these assessments are about as far from accurate as one could possibly get. Let's take it word by word.
Manly: this must be because I'm tall. That's the only reason I can figure since I have womanly hips & fairly big boobs. There's nothing manly about my face, no way I could pass for a dude. I have broad shoulders, I guess, but they are in proportion to the rest of my body. Anyway, moving on...
Bitch: definition from MerriamWebster.com: "a lewd or immoral woman" or "a malicious, spiteful, or overbearing woman". All I can say is that this is the antithesis of me. I am about the nicest person you could meet. I'm not saying that to be prideful, I just am not mean. I don't say or do hurtful things. I don't even curse! I suppose it was a tad spiteful to remark that her calling me this is like the "pot calling the kettle black" but then realizing I'm neither so she's the pot & I'm like a teflon pan. It was funny... guess you had to be there.
Biker: yeah, I've never even been on a motorcycle. Obviously, this is a remark about the tattoos. My tattoos are beautiful & I don't care if anyone doesn't like them or misjudges me because of them. Funny thing is, my mother rides a motorcycle and has no tattoos. And she's my role model for unbitchiness (yeah, I made up a word)!
Whore: again, let's go to the dictionary: "a woman who engages in sexual acts for money" (duh, obviously not) or "a venal or unscrupulous person". So, yeah... I guess just look back at my comments about "bitch".
I think it is pretty clear that these things were said out of spite, jealousy, anger, whatever. At first, I laughed at the sheer ridiculousness of these remarks. Because the assessment of me is so very wrong, it's actually pretty hilarious. But then, I went for my walk & thought about it the whole time. I didn't think about the remarks themselves, really. I thought about the kicker: the Mom said this TO her child. Yup, that's right! This woman said these things to her 13 year old son. Let that sink in.
So, I thought about this while I was walking & when I got back, I told the Kid that, although we laughed about it, it really isn't cool to call people names, including people you don't even know. We talked about how it hurts when someone calls you names so it really isn't nice to call other people names & hurt their feelings. Treat others how you wish to be treated, that sort of thing. The Kid agreed and understood and told me that I'm beautiful and not a bitch!
Unfortunately, although I'm glad we talked about it, I know that actions speak louder than words. I could talk til I'm blue in the face about a favorable way to act but the Kid is here for a relatively short time. He'll soon go back to seeing/hearing his own mother exhibiting this poor behavior. She is creating a really bad example for him to follow and there's nothing we can do about that.
Again, I end up feeling sorry for the Kid.
I found out yesterday that the Mom said that I am a "manly bitch" and a "biker whore". Okay, first thing: I am none of these things. Anyone who knows me knows that these assessments are about as far from accurate as one could possibly get. Let's take it word by word.
Manly: this must be because I'm tall. That's the only reason I can figure since I have womanly hips & fairly big boobs. There's nothing manly about my face, no way I could pass for a dude. I have broad shoulders, I guess, but they are in proportion to the rest of my body. Anyway, moving on...
Bitch: definition from MerriamWebster.com: "a lewd or immoral woman" or "a malicious, spiteful, or overbearing woman". All I can say is that this is the antithesis of me. I am about the nicest person you could meet. I'm not saying that to be prideful, I just am not mean. I don't say or do hurtful things. I don't even curse! I suppose it was a tad spiteful to remark that her calling me this is like the "pot calling the kettle black" but then realizing I'm neither so she's the pot & I'm like a teflon pan. It was funny... guess you had to be there.
Biker: yeah, I've never even been on a motorcycle. Obviously, this is a remark about the tattoos. My tattoos are beautiful & I don't care if anyone doesn't like them or misjudges me because of them. Funny thing is, my mother rides a motorcycle and has no tattoos. And she's my role model for unbitchiness (yeah, I made up a word)!
Whore: again, let's go to the dictionary: "a woman who engages in sexual acts for money" (duh, obviously not) or "a venal or unscrupulous person". So, yeah... I guess just look back at my comments about "bitch".
I think it is pretty clear that these things were said out of spite, jealousy, anger, whatever. At first, I laughed at the sheer ridiculousness of these remarks. Because the assessment of me is so very wrong, it's actually pretty hilarious. But then, I went for my walk & thought about it the whole time. I didn't think about the remarks themselves, really. I thought about the kicker: the Mom said this TO her child. Yup, that's right! This woman said these things to her 13 year old son. Let that sink in.
So, I thought about this while I was walking & when I got back, I told the Kid that, although we laughed about it, it really isn't cool to call people names, including people you don't even know. We talked about how it hurts when someone calls you names so it really isn't nice to call other people names & hurt their feelings. Treat others how you wish to be treated, that sort of thing. The Kid agreed and understood and told me that I'm beautiful and not a bitch!
Unfortunately, although I'm glad we talked about it, I know that actions speak louder than words. I could talk til I'm blue in the face about a favorable way to act but the Kid is here for a relatively short time. He'll soon go back to seeing/hearing his own mother exhibiting this poor behavior. She is creating a really bad example for him to follow and there's nothing we can do about that.
Again, I end up feeling sorry for the Kid.
She couldn't be more wrong about you. You're absolutely right, you are as nice as they come. Shame on her.
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