I’m personally a fan of this word. Because prior to Diddy so expertly naming this syndrome, there was no one word to really describe someone who is suffering from this. Instead, you have to waste a lot of breath and time actually saying “acting like a little bitch”…which, quite frankly, when someone is being a little bitch, the last thing you’re in the mood to do is interact with them on any level, let alone waste all that breath and all those syllables on them.

Unless you’re putting a little bitch in their place…especially in a public display of bitchassness on their part. Your voice raises, just a tad, you raise yourself up to your full height, you look your pretty little nose down on them, screw up your face just a tad, squint your eyes, and while looking them dead in the eye you point your finger at them and say slowly and deliberately “on the real, you’re acting like a LITTLE BITCH!”, letting the last two words roll slowly off your tongue, like you’re savouring the insult you’re delivering…knowing that they deserve the stab to their pride right now, because they need to check themselves.

Honestly, I thought little bitches grew up like everyone else, got over their highschool bullshit, and became adults. Apparently not. Once a little bitch, always a little bitch. Even cheaters can reform, but when you become a whiny little, snivelling, blame casting, backstabbing, no responsibility taking, nerve grating, drama queen tendency holding bitch ass, its like there’s no recovering from that. And quite frankly, I’m thinking the percentage of bitchassness in our society is shockingly and dramatically on the rise. Don’t these people ever get tired of being little worms? Even snakes get the prestige of having venom, so their bite is actually something to be feared, their wants and desires and actions to be respected on some level. They spit their venom, intentionally wrap u up and tighten, swallow you whole. Not sweet, but…makes sense at least. Worms, on the other hand, you wanna scrunch your face up at, watch in repulsion and horror as they squirm and wiggle around trying to create a scene, for absolutely no reason it seems, and with no real way of actually effectively defending themselves against real predators, and then either walk around or just step right over on your way to where you need to go.

Sad thing is, bitchassness gets right under my skin, lodges itself, and just won’t let go. Seriously, some people make me sick. Everything is always about “me me me me ME!! *foot stomp*” and they have the tendency to throw little tantrums or be super passive aggressive any time life doesn’t go their way… normally going against any promise or statement or claimed personality or character trait in favor of being a pathetic little bitch ass. Ugh. Doesn’t matter WHAT you’ve done for these people in the past, who’ve you’ve been, or what they HAVEN’T done for you, what promises or claims THEY have given to you without EVER following through. Oh no, they owe you NOTHING and you owe them EVERYTHING, all day everyday, and God forbid you don’t follow through on your part.

Cause at the end of the day, little bitches are like bratty ass annoying kids who have no upbringing. Not inherently evil, just repugnant enough that you’d rather do ANYTHING than be within 500 feet of them.

Seriously, bitchassness is serious folks, and if we don’t do something soon to treat these people, it might cause a pandemic. Or even worse, we might start accepting these…poor excuses for human beings…as *shudders*…normal.

To the little bitches of the world…ugh. Just…go away. Grow the f*** up, get over yourself, or seek help. Or all of the above. To those of you dealing with bitchassness from those in your life…my heart goes out to you.

Sometimes people suck. ALL bitchasses suck. They should have to wear labels on their foreheads. Seriously. Or maybe they should all be put on their own continent or island or something. You know what? I don’t even care…just at the moment, anyone who fits these descriptions: STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!!!!! My patience is wearing thin, and I don’t need people like you up in my life causing me stress and drama…there’s enough real problems in the world and in my life. I don’t need your melodrama.

Thanks in advance for f***ing off.

Sincerly yours,

Classic Ruby

Have a good week y’all, and beware of bitchassness…it can strike anyone, when you least expect it…and remember…it IS contagious.

Cheers y’all