The other day at the Cingular Store I called a young woman a “bitch”.  I about lost my breath.  I apologized and she wouldn’t accept it.  She told me I was a typical man. 

In the 1970s I was a “male feminist” before those two words were used together.  (You never hear them anymore, but that’s another entry.)  I never used the word “bitch” in those days.  Over the years, “bitch” has become more prevalent.  I admit I sometimes think the word “bitch” but I rarely say it out loud.  That’s why the other day at the Cingular Store came as such a surprise to me.  I can’t get the incident off my mind, so I decided to write about it, here. 

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