Thought For The Day:

“It ain’t what they call you, it’s what you answer to.”- W.C. Fields

Question For The Day:

What do you call yourself?

So you’re a bad bitch, huh?  Okay, so let’s just break that down, shall we?  According to Webster’s Dictionary bad is an adjective meaning of poor quality, inferior or defective.  Other synonyms listed are substandard, poor, second-rate, inadequate, unacceptable, not up to par, deficient, imperfect, faulty, shoddy, amateurish, careless, negligent, miserable, sorry.  Also according to Webster’s, the word bitch is a female dog or wolf.  When used as a verb, the word bitch means to grumble, complain, whine or express displeasure.

So, if you are a “bad bitch,” does that mean you are a dog of poor quality who expresses displeasure incessantly?  Maybe you are a deficient and shoddy complainer.  Or perhaps you are a miserable second-rate whining animal.  Could it mean that you are a substandard, sorry hound who grumbles in an amateurish fashion?  Or maybe you are a poor wolf-like beast that is, sadly, not up to par.  No matter how you slice it, being a bad bitch by definition is a travesty and to proudly proclaim that you are the baddest one of all is just sad.  However, this doesn’t seem to stop women everywhere, including celebrities like Nicki Minaj, from vying for the title.   Now I know many of you will argue that it doesn’t matter what Webster says, it’s the meaning you give the name that matters.  Yet everyone knows that logic only works when you are the one using the word.  If you don’t believe me, call any woman you don’t know a bitch and see what happens.  Better yet, call a Black person that you don’t know a nigger, and you better have some quick reflexes.

Here’s a story for you.  When I was nineteen, I got a summer job at the Waffle House while visiting my parents shortly after they had moved from California to Mississippi.  I was a California girl on break from Howard University so I was a budding Nubian queen from the city.  I had experienced racism before in high school but it was generally covert and more of a display of ignorance.  Although some of my classmates were clearly racist, they would never dare call me out of my name, at least not to my face.  But I learned that summer that the dirty south played by an entirely different set of rules.  One day while serving a guy who looked like a casting reject from Swamp People, I was called a “nigger bitch” for messing up his egg order.  I was stunned.  Being called a name like that is one of the things that I knew happened, but I really didn’t expect it to happen to me.  I know you all are wondering what I did.  Well, I wish I could say I let him have it.  I wish I could say that I called upon the spirits of Harriet Tubman, Rosa Parks and Angela Davis and opened up a can of whoop ass on him but the sensitive soul in me couldn’t manage to do anything with the offense other than cry.  No matter how proud you are of yourself, when those words are leveled at you by someone who has no respect for you and essentially pisses on all that your rich and profound culture and womanhood represent, frankly…  it hurts.  So when I consider how a woman would call herself a bitch or a nigger (even if it has an a on the end) you have to wonder why she would be willing to inflict this type of pain upon herself. Even after this incident, I used the word nigga to address myself and my friends for many years.  It was kind of a Cali thing, is how I justified it I guess.  I’m not even sure when the exact moment came that I decided to retire the term but I imagine it came somewhere around the time I decided to pursue Christ on a deeper level.  As one grows in faith and learns more about who God is and who He says we are, it gets much harder to use hateful terms when describing His child.

When God created man and woman, the bible tells us that he declared it was good!  The Word of God says that when a man finds a wife, he finds a good thingAccording to the scriptures, I am not only God’s child but I am a friend of Jesus, justified, redeemed, set free, an heir of heaven, accepted, forgiven, righteous, the temple of the Holy Spirit, a new creature, blessed, chosen, blameless, God’s workmanship, and the list goes on.  I am the furthest thing from bad and I am anything but an animal.  Whatever name I give myself has to reflect this awareness.  There is never a reason to call yourself something you would cuss the next person out for even fixing their mouth to call you.  It’s kind of like saying, ‘I’m only a substandard animal if I say so!’ (smh)  “Good women” don’t answer to or call themselves names that compromise their self respect. The sacrifice of dignity is a game only the baddest bitches play.  It’s just too bad that in the end, they’re only playing themselves.

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