Great Lakes Book Bitches

Normally I steer clear of social situations where a large amount of women will be present.

Venues like, Taylor Swift concerts, martini bars, public restrooms and Victoria’s Secret just to name a few. I’m not an introvert or raging bitch even. It’s just that women in most social situations disappoint me. They stare, whisper and judge. I’m also not one of those women that can ignore blatant bitch behavior. So I avoid it. Let’s be honest, you want me to avoid it.

Which was why I had my concerns about signing at The Great Lakes Book Bash this weekend. My close pals even considered an intervention because clearly I’m abusing meth. I mean, I willingly gave money to sit in a room full of women.

On purpose.

Not just fellow authors of whom 99% I did not know, but readers too. Readers who have expectations, opinions and have other friends that they’ll talk to about the event. I’m not lady bashing. Don’t mistake me. Men can be absolute dicks too. But that’s not what this is about. Imagine my surprise when I didn’t need to throw walls up. Further imagine a scenario where I met women and liked them.

Color me slightly buzzed and confused when these women started complimenting me. (For free) Look, I get it; people have a certain perception of me and while they aren’t wrong (I am a wild card) they aren’t right either. People look at me or my Facebook and think ‘yep she’s a nutty bitch’ but they’d be wrong. Just because I don’t walk around singing somewhere over the fucking rainbow or watch the Oxygen channel doesn’t mean I’m a total asshole.

Years of being judged I will admit has jaded me. Not only that, it took away my ability to care at all what people think. So meeting you ladies who were not only complimentary but genuine… really fucked with my head in a good way.

You’ve given me hope that there are others out there like you.

All women have been in judgey situations and none have liked it. I could never figure out why such a kick ass clique like the sisterhood could be so brutal to each other.  And they are, fucking brutal. We knock each other down instead of lifting each other up. Women can be quite honestly, bitches.

But not this weekend.

Not a single bitch in the bunch.

And for that, I’m grateful because prison doesn’t look good on me.

 

Rock the fuck on,

KS Adkins