“F all those bitches.” I hated that word. “Have some self-respect, Sammy. The B word is the N word for girls. I hate that. What kind of a feminist are you, anyway?” “Who said I was a feminist?” “You did—when we were in eighth grade.” “I didn’t know shit in eighth grade.” “Look, just don’t use that word around me. It pisses me off.” She stopped using that word around me. But sometimes she did say things like She’s such a B.
