Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!
June, 1997
I'm online the other day and my friend in Florida tells me this heart-warming story about how she went to a restaurant to apply for a hostess job. About two dozen women were ahead of her, all of them simpering. The manager interviewing them seemed to be enjoying his power just a little too much: His face glistened with condescension. The applicants responded with various placating platitudes and submissive postures, but when the manager finally got to my pal she said, "I'll be the best work...