In my youth, my friend had a jacket made for me :simple style, black leather; on the back it had something spelled out in diamond and rhinestone studs.
'The', in very big letters that took up most of the back and slanted from the bottom side left all the way to the top side right of the jacket;and, in much smaller letters and a bit straighter was the word 'Bitch'.
It was a very nice jacket, by sentiment, because we dealt with
1) a lot of women who thought they were ultra important and went around claiming to be a bitch and proud of it, trying to push other women around
2) a lot of men who would tell me "Oh, you're just a bitch, anyway." and such whenever they were turned down for sex or about to lose a debate or whatever
and also because one night this guy says to me "You're just a bitch." and my friend was there ..and it was obvious the guy intended to do something quite harmful to me, because he was standing on the stairs waiting for me and the railing had gone suddenly missing since I had run down them a wee bit earlier.
My friend wanted me to leave, of course, but I told him not to worry and I ran up the stairs in that particularly military way of running up stairs, until I got to the one the guy was waiting for me on, stopped right there for about half a minute. That's when he said it. So I waited a wee bit longer, very calmly, then sort of half-smiled and said very quietly "Sometimes ... asshole .. so's the Alpha Wolf." Stood there long enough for that to sink in and then continued up the stairs.
Went in to the room where the people who sent him were waiting, there at the top of the stairs. Pulled a chair out so it's back was to the door, set the gun I was carrying on the table in easy reach of the boss man there, put my feet up, leaning precariously back in the chair, making myself as vunerable to attack as possible. Then I smiled at him, said boss man, and fell asleep, with my head tilted back so my throat was exposed and my jacket falling off so it would have been easy to pin my arms with it.
Said boss man often told me he wished his boys had half the balls I do. Sometimes I told him I wished I had half the balls of his boys, but .. he usually got upset when I said that sort of thing as, apparently, only "hurrs" talk that way where he comes from.
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