The real bitch in both these films isn’t the boss from hell, it’s capitalism, and the idea that women must compete against one another if they ever dream of succeeding. These scenes are betrayals. I want to see my bitches prevail. Perhaps this is why the Bitch is so watchable, because she lets us live out our most ambitious fantasies. Fantasies of busy, glamorous lives, of movie professions that seem out of reach—and that are always presented as a choice: you either want the glamorous career, or you want to be happy. You can’t have both.
