The word “bitch” may have lost some of its bite, but it’s not lost its power. In all honesty, I’m not sure where I stand on the word myself, even though I use it sparingly with close female friends. I use it as an exclamation point, as a token of affection, to refer to myself. I’ve also been called a bitch without the endearment, and when armed with a different intent, it feels like a gut punch. It’s a word seeping with intention, and depending on who’s saying it, and in what context, it can morph from a term of empowerment to a heinous insult.
