Female

You’re the only person who can pick out a shirt for me that I’ll actually wear. You’re the only person who can understand what I’m trying to say when I’m fumbling to form a coherent sentence. You’re the only person who knows who I am, who I was, and who I want to be.

Why is it that any time a girl doesn’t act the way you want her to, she is a bitch? When men do something wrong we have our pick of words–he is a jerk, an ass, a douche, a dick. But there is something inherently female about calling a woman a bitch.