Thursday, September 17, 2009

bitches and cream

Labels—we never seem to get enough of it. We label things and people like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Labeling has become the habit of most people these days. It’s supposed to make life more interesting. For what is life without its ups and downs, its little surprises? There is no utopia—it’s practically non-existent, not in this present world anyway. Life’s a bitch and then you die, so they say. We deal with what we can in our own way. The outcome will be the result of our actions whether we like it or not. And that’s karma for you.

I myself am not immune to labels. I must admit, I am guilty of it—in some level. But what is a bitch? Generally, people have a negative perception of women who fall under this category. For me, there are 2 types of bitches : a) the one who makes everyone’s life a living hell just for the heck of it (it follows that this person has issues of her own), and b) my favorite, the one who pursues what she wants, regardless of the obstacles that she has to face. Personality-wise, I prefer being the latter, it has a certain edge to it. A bitch is a tough chick, a woman who knows what she wants—and usually gets it.

Most people perceive that when a girl is too aggressive for her own good whether in her present job or in her pursuit of personal happiness, she is labeled a bitch. But hey, maybe one has to be a bitch in order to gain the respect of your superiors, to climb the corporate ladder, at the same time, attain one’s goals, especially in this male-dominated society where almost everything has to be done or decided upon by our male colleagues, etc. In a patriarchal society like ours, a woman has to be assertive in some level. Otherwise, her work never gets noticed, credit is never given to her. Instead, she’s just relegated to the sidelines. Politics usually gets in the way, too. A bitch takes charge of her life, is confident about herself, not afraid to speak her mind and knows how to juggle her career and family life—a balancing act which requires dedication and a lot of guts.

Being a bitch is about taking risks, facing your fears, and making the most of what you have. It is not just being aggressive, it’s also being a role model to your peers, very much au fait about what’s happening around you. It’s about being involved with things that really matter and being aware of one’s sense of worth. But of course, there is no such thing as a perfect woman. We’re not superheroes with superpowers. We deal with our own pain, we suffer like every other human being, we get hurt one too many times. Yet, we go on with our lives, we learn from our mistakes and hope we never fall into the same mistake again. A bitch has to have a heart, too, you know. As one song goes, ‘a heart that hurts is a heart that works’. I also bitch about everything, when things aren’t going well in my life—or when I don’t expect them to happen. A knee-jerk reaction perhaps. The point is, you don’t dwell on them too much—otherwise, it will just make you feel miserable. You have to move on because life is not going to wait around for you. You just learn to be stronger, be a better person. Of course, a bitch could also be a girl sometimes; she’s not afraid to show her femininity. She giggles, she gushes about the latest fashion trends, she wears make-up, worries about zits on her face and drools over some hunk—even if he’s a jerk. She goes out with her girl friends and has fun. She’s passionate about what she does and is in touch with her feelings. She loves sunsets, rainbows and bubble baths. She appreciates nature. So what makes a bitch? All of the above!

Thursday, September 10, 2009

musings (Sep-8-09)

I feel like I’m about to succumb to another bout of baby blues. That feeling of being stuck in the rut is beginning to creep its way back into my consciousness. I know it’s just a matter of time before it’s going to show its ugly face again. I had this very important interview last Friday—or should I say early morning of Saturday, just before I ended my shift. It was all so very sudden—without a warning. I wasn’t prepared to do an interview that day, especially when my shift was about to end. Nevertheless, given the circumstances, I gave it my best shot. I admit, I could’ve done better but… anyways, I do not want to raise my hopes up, considering a lot of qualified people have also sent in their applications. Next week they would announce the results. Only one name would be picked. After this, I don’t know what I’ll do, or where I’ll be. I have a backup plan but even that I’m not entirely sure it’s going to push through. I have been bypassed so many times that I think I’ve gotten used to it. Perhaps I allowed myself to be trampled on by people? Perhaps, I didn’t play my cards right. It would probably shock me if I was chosen. Thing is, I’m not even sure I want it anymore. I mean, sure I want to move up but perhaps it would be in another company, doing an entirely different thing. That’s how I imagine it anyway. I don’t even know if I have it in me. My circle of influence does not stretch out that very far. Would people follow my lead? Will they respect me? Will they eventually trust me? All I wanted was to grow professionally, make my mark somehow. I don’t know if I will ever get that chance, a chance to prove my worth. Is it too late? Or is this it for me?