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What to do when you are called a bitch.

Published October 23, 2015 by imagine525

Now, I don’t know about any of you, but I get called a bitch alot! So, how are you supposed to deal with this.

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So, I took this test called “are you a bitch?” On this site=

http://www.allthetests.com/quiz04/dasquiztd.php3?testid=1039735590

This was my result “ROYAL BITCH I hate to break it to ya, but you are A BITCH! You really need to sit back and think before you act. You are inconsiderate of other people’s feelings. Yeah, it’s nice to be straight up, but you are taking things way to far. Calm down and quit being defensive. Be open to people’s suggestions and try talking to other people besides only your closest friends.”

Well, not sure how to respond to that

I agree I normally don’t think before I act, but I do think I am considerate of other people’s feelings. I do need to learn to calm down and not be defensive. But, I don’t like talking to other people because of my anxiety.

So, we have my results, now what do we do about it.

Not being interested in someone, standing up for yourself, or being a strong woman does not make you a bitch. Women get called bitches for the most absurd reasons so if someone calls you a bitch, here are some responses:

  1. take it as a compliment
  2. Use your inner feminist  “bitches get stuff done!”
  3. Say “oh burn!”
  4. Ask what they would like you to do about it.
  5. Be sassy “do I get a bonus point if I act like I care?”
  6. Let them know that A strong woman is not a bitch, but I guess you didn’t learn that in school.
  7. Don’t let them mistake your honesty for bitchiness
  8. Say thank you it disarms them
  9. Say “deal with it”
  10. Spell it out. B.i.t.c.h. beautiful,  intelligent,  talented,  charming, and hot
  11. Take back the word ” I’m not a bitch, I’m the bitch. And to you I am ms. Bitch”
  12. Call them out ” oh please. You guys love me. I’m hilarious and I keep it real”

Or just ignore it.

Now, this post is made to be funny and everything, but let’s not lie to ourselfs. It’s hard to not get upset when you are being called a bitch.

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The Raggedy Ann Story

Published November 21, 2014 by imagine525

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Barbie had a hangover.

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Raggedy Ann spent the morning cleaning up all of the evidence. She didn’t know which barbie had gotten drunk the night before, but having a kind heart was who she was. So, she cleaned up the mess and didn’t utter one complaint. She went over into the barbie aisle in her home, Walmart, and grabbed a barbie nightlight. She found barbie with her blond, plastic head, in the hot pink plastic toilet with glow-in-the-dark-flowers. Raggedy Ann has run into the barbies before, but none of them would even remember her. She knew that they have given her no good reason to help them, but she still did.

The Barbies have been at Walmart for as long as she can even remember. When Raggedy Ann got to the store she could tell right away that there was a huge difference between the two different dolls. The barbies has a first class ticket. They have there own aisle that is all pink, they have their own accessories, their own cars and there own boyfriends. The barbies all signed their name with a heart. And one thing you definitely noticed was that barbies only talked to other barbies and no one else.

All the dolls seemed to have barriers between them. There were the get real girls :

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They were created by the barbie haters who just wanted there dolls to be just as hot and pretty as the barbies. They tried there hardest to be friends with the barbies, they would even run errands for them. They would ask the barbies “Do you need anything? I could go get you a coke or something?” The barbies would respond with “You might eat that sugar garbage, but we have to watch our figure. Some of us care what we look like.”

Then there were the G.I Joe’s

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And the Ken dolls

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They were so full of themselves. They would even try to catch their reflection in the shiny tiled floors. They seemed to date all the barbies at one point or another. Nothing ever lasted.

Raggedy Ann arrived at Walmart made in all different types of styles. Big ones, small ones, cloth ones, and even glass ones. She ease dropped on a human conversation once and found out that they would be kept in the window until they were no longer selling. Then they would be put on sale. The barbies who were so trashy and had such bad morals kept getting bought more and more.

There were also polly pockets:

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And precious moment dolls:

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They were all friends with the get real girls. They would talk about the barbies behind there backs “Oh my god, who would even want to be friends with such a witch?” But, they jumped at any chance to be friends with them.

Raggedy Ann had a lot of trouble making other friends. The other dolls sold so much faster then her, but not as fast as the barbies. Walmart decided they weren’t going to waste there time in stocking the shelf’s with “those dolls” anymore. “They just aren’t the kind of dolls the kids want.”  “There into more of the modern toys.” Raggedy Ann learned so much ease dropping on human conversation.

Raggedy Ann tried making friends. One day she introduced herself of the barbies: “Hi, I’m Raggedy Ann. I’m new here.”

“Obviously.” stated Barbie.

“Obviously what?” Raggedy Ann asked

“Obviously your new. Your actually trying to talk to me…hahaha.” And barbie walked away filliping her hair into Raggedy Ann’s face. (Tip toeing away because of the hideous shape of their feet.)

Raggedy Ann really wanted a friend, so she called out hopefully “Barbie? Is that your name?”

She turned around with an angry look on her face “It’s Coco- cola barbie to you. Now, if there is a point to this conversation could you please get to it already.”

“I just thought that we could…you know…be friends.” But the conversation was lost because as Raggedy Ann was talking the Barbie had left.

Raggedy Ann refused to give up her hope on finding a friend. She turned down the next aisle and what do you know, it was another barbie aisle. She forgot to realize that these ones didn’t have the heart logo.

“Are you looking for Barbie? Well we are like best friends so ill tell her that you were looking for her. Who was it again? Probably Magical Mermaid Barbie right? Wait, who are you?”

Raggedy Ann was so confused. She didn’t want to make the same mistake as last time so she joined into the conversation. “I’m Raggedy Ann. Who are you?”

“I’m a Get Real Girl. My name is Bambi. It rhymes with barbie. Those of their are my friends jasmine, corra, petal, and sea lion. Yea, were all good friends with the barbies. Best of friends.”

“So, what do you guys like to do?” Raggedy Ann asked. She was real hopeful that these girls would be her best friend.

“Oh, you know. The people who created us wanted us to like sports, hunting, swimming. All that kind of stuff. I come with all this hunting material, but I don’t really like it. I would rather be a princess. But with all the heavy lifting I do I don’t have to worry about gaining any weight.”

Raggedy Ann felt like a giant compared to this skinny thing next to her. Before she could respond Bambi cut her off. “Sorry I gotta go, Malibu Barbie is here to get me. Were going Shopping!”

Raggedy Ann was losing hope at finding a friend. She went down the next aisle and it seemed homey. The dolls were all running around playing with a ball and just laughing. Her hope raised again. Raggedy Ann put on her brightest smile and approached Polly Pocket. “Hi, I’m Raggedy Ann. I’m new here. I talked to barbie but-”

“Barbie? That witch” She cut her off. “God, you were talking to her? You don’t want to be friends with her. Right Polly? She is such a witch.” Before she could even respond she was all ready in another conversation.

“Excuse me!” Raggedy Ann yelled.

“Ummm, were kinda busy here. Why don’t you go sit with your own friends. You do have some don’t you?”

Raggedy Ann dragged her feet back to aisle seven were all the rejects were. And she realized that she was one of them. She had almost forgotten her experience with barbie when one of them came in the aisle drunk.

“Where am I?” She asked

Raggedy Ann calculated the number of minutes she had tried to be friends with the barbies and just stared at this drunk barbie with blood shot eyes and makeup sunning down her face.

Raggedy Ann realized that yea she might not have accessories, or tight clothing, a hot boyfriend, blond hair, or a skinny body. Her friends weren’t beautifully identical, but she didn’t even care anymore. She was better off with out them. They were not good people. So, She walked away as the barbie started throwing up all over herself.