Bitch

…..for as beautiful as she was on the outside, she was that much uglier on the inside.  You’re probably familiar with the expression “her/his shit don’t stink”, and that vulgar aphorism was especially true in her case. She treated other women like fresh dog feces and men even worse than that. Females at least were not subject to her withering rejections of affectionate advances, whereas men would just be emotionally guillotined if they made the grave mistake of thinking she was on the open market and thus might possibly harbor some degree, however minuscule, of carnal desire. She was primarily in love with herself, understand, but then one was left to wonder if even that held true: She seldom if ever smiled, reflecting an inner dissatisfaction that almost certainly must have extended to her feelings of self-worth. Yet at the end of the day, her saving grace was always that radiant, transcendent natural beauty; her looks were so ravishing that any woman who happened to wind up in her presence was automatically rendered to looking nothing more alluring than a disheveled swine worthy only of being her handmaiden.  And she knew it too. Oh, yes, did she ever know it!  She was the eternal belle of the ball, and all other females were her unwitting subjects; that’s just the way life played out in this instance. Lesson for today: Women should NEVER be born with her criminal level of beauty because it only serves to retard their emotional growth. Furthermore, freaky good looks permanently condemn ethereal divas to an existence of unasked-for deification and inescapable narcissism,,,,,