Bitch Wars

In the drama clubs of schools, dark dorm rooms of college and squeaky clean washrooms of offices, live a breed of people. People who judge you, judge every dress you wear and every extra bread you eat. They know everything there is to know about you but pretend that they don’t. They basically control your social life. Though most folks go on with their lives ignoring this climax, it gets ugly when the likes collide. It calls for ‘Bitch Wars’.

Behind the fight to supremacy, power and strength are lies and extensive plotting where the queens position their pawns for selfish motives. Nobody cares about the ones who were played around with, the silent ones and the ones who went unheard of. The magnitude of the losses vary depending of the pettiness of the issue and the extent to which the bitches are willing to play.

The bitches breed amongst us. Their wars are a part of our everyday lives. We might not actively be a part of it, but we certainly are spectators. We might not be the pawns, but we certainly are aware of their losses. Is ignoring the best way to deal with dirty politics? Why do we even ask such questions? Everyone knows right from wrong. But few choose the right answer. Right answers only apply to essays, not reality. In everyday life you just keep to yourself and mind your own business. What does that make us? The passive bitch you could say. But who minds being called that? We’ve already been judged and assessed in everyone’s minds.