Okay, I can agree that quite a bit of how we absorb the word has to do with how it’s used. My husband and friends can call me “bitch”, “crazy bitch”, “silly bitch”, “goofy bitch”, “cranky bitch”, and so on aaaaaalllllll day long and I’d never bat an eyelash. But if someone calls my mom, or my girlfriends, or some of the totally NON-bitchy jellies a bitch, then I feel obliged to step in and defend them. This just happened last week with Jillthetooth, who is so far removed from bitch status that it’s ridiculous for someone to even call her a lesser name.
Actually, I think I’m more offended when someone calls a female dog a bitch, than I am if someone calls me a bitch. It makes me want to say, “Really? Do you know my dog? She’s the sweetest, most loving thing ever!” I know for dogs it’s just a term, but the word itself has gotten to be so used for cranky ass women that it doesn’t register as “female dog” with me, and I feel like I have to defend my dog, LOL.
I admit to being a complete bitch, as I said above, and I’m cool with being called one, since I understand that most of the time, I really am a bitch. It doesn’t offend me, because it’s true. I would not (as someone else mentioned above) wear a t-shirt or pants that said “bitch” on it, because that’s crossing the line by dragging it into public, where kids can see it, and I’m NOT cool with that.
One of my girlfriend bought me a silly novelty t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, and a beer-style logo on the front, with the words Killer Bitch in the beer logo. It’s been untouched in my closet for about 7 years now. I giggle over it, but I’d never wear it.