Volume 2, Number 8
August, 1997
At Last... a club for me!
Fiona Jane
Up until now, my association with clubs has been limited to sporting
clubs and licensed clubs; nothing like a drink after a game! But now,
I've found it. The club for me, the one I've been waiting for all my
life.
I discovered it when I least expected to. I was cruising the web
aimlessly, just looking for something to send to my friends (or another
installment of meaningless crap, as it has been referred to) when there
it was. The Heartless
Bitches Club.
The attraction was instant, and when I saw the graphic of the axe
slashing into the bleeding heart , I knew this was where I belonged.
While I didn't have time to read all the articles contained within this
site, but there were some very promising headings such as :
- I'm Living Life on MY Terms - So Piss Off!
- Need to work out a little aggression?
- The Birth of a Heartless Bitch...
- The Ideal Woman is a Heartless Bitch
- Uncomplicated Sex - Just for the Fun of It
- Why Nice Guys are Boring and Jerks are Interesting
Perhaps "Having a hard time finding Ms. Right?" may have been a little
off the beaten track in my case, but I'll definitely be giving the
others a read real soon.
I hope they accept me as a member; I've certainly got some of the right
qualifications. You don't have to be a woman to be a bitch, you just
have to be nasty. Observe....
Exhibit A: The crushed remains of a small plastic bird, circa 1979.
This token of first love met a cruel fate, as did countless others in
the years to come. As a young girl, I was renowned for my ability to
impart black eyes rather than kisses at the bottom of the sports fields.
Exhibit B: Tears, tears and tears. Any heartless people can measure
their worth in tears, and I've certainly milked litres in my time.
Friends, enemies and even my own mother have been driven to tears at my
uncharitable, frustrating and just plain bitchy actions. My own tears
have also been shed at appropriate times, but only after calculating the
precise impact they would have on intended targets, of course.
Exhibit C: The poor, the stupid, the ugly, the deformed, the minorities,
the rich, the bland, the clumsy, the insane, the extreme, the weak, the
idiotic and the dead. All of these groups of people can safely bet that,
in an uninformed and callous attempt to be funny, I have cruelly taken
the piss out of them for something that is probably impossible for
them to fix and only a problem to narrow-minded superficial bitches like
myself. Good for a laugh though.
It seems as though I'm a shoo-in for membership doesn't it? I wonder
what the initiation rituals are... Some good ones would be (insert
appropriate gender to suit):
- Running the hot water tap until it runs out, on the morning your flat-mate starts his new job (that one's for you, Dean)
- Not alerting your best friend to the fact that she has a highly conspicuous piece of green foliage wedged between her front teeth when she's out on a first date with a guy she has liked for ages
- Telling your partner that, yes, her ass is big, she does look fat in that dress, and you do like someone else
- Getting your boyfriend to buy you tampons, then making him go back to exchange brands
- Break the signal box on your father's TV so that he can watch the weather channel and nothing else just when the next big match is on
Actually, now that I think about it, maybe I'm not heartless enough for
this club. I mean, I try to help old people, I feed my cat (and various
strays) regularly, and I really enjoy spending time with little kids
when no-one's looking (without any attraction to overcoats and secluded
playgrounds!).
Damn. I really thought this could have been it. No more lonely nights,
just one long idyllic bitch session over cocktail after cocktail. You
know, quality time spent putting other people down and asserting our own
superiority over others who dare to be different. Guess it just wasn't
meant to be.
Oh well, as my family delight in droning, "there's plenty more fish in
the sea". And knowing the electronic cornucopia that is the Internet,
there's just got to be a fish site that suits me perfectly. Any
suggestions?
