{"id":801,"date":"2012-06-17T10:29:43","date_gmt":"2012-06-17T14:29:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.gloriacrist.com\/blog\/?p=801"},"modified":"2012-06-17T10:38:58","modified_gmt":"2012-06-17T14:38:58","slug":"super-bitch-vs-super-woman","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.gloriacrist.com\/blog\/2012\/06\/super-bitch-vs-super-woman\/","title":{"rendered":"Super Bitch Vs. Super Woman"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a> Warning:\u00a0 The following stream of consciousness contains unedited thoughts. I won’t be offended if you refrain from reading the rest.<\/p>\n

Cue music:\u00a0 David Bowie’s\u00a0 Under Pressure.\u00a0 Scratch that.<\/p>\n

Cue music:\u00a0 Cee Lo Greens’ Fu** You. The Deluxe version-unedited.\u00a0 Yes, this will do nicely.<\/p>\n

See what I mean?\u00a0 You have been warned.\u00a0 I am about to use the B word.<\/p>\n

Yea.\u00a0 That’s right.<\/p>\n

Blame.\u00a0 Super Blame.\u00a0 It is ruining our very existence.\u00a0 Getting in the way of the other B word.<\/p>\n

Being.<\/p>\n

A long time ago I gave up caring what anyone else said-chalking up my nonchalance to personal growth, getting a good life and exhaustion.\u00a0 Who cares?Who really cares? But recently, when mud was thrown in my direction for a time without me slinging not one morsel of mud back-I had had enough.\u00a0 Personal growth aside- I took it upon myself to call out the blame and call it out I did.\u00a0 There are times, I think, you just have to tell people to zip it.\u00a0 Shut up.\u00a0 Stop talking.\u00a0 Close the pie hole and go on about the business of being.<\/p>\n

I was reminded how the whole blame cycle works-there I\u00a0 was right smack dab in the cotton pick’in middle of the blame game. It caught me totally off guard and within a weeks time had escalated to levels of nastiness and pure pettiness I had truthfully not seen since high school. I was in the vortex of a triangle surrounded by three sides of one part disbelief, one part astonishment and one part embarrassment. I was embarrassed for the other players-carrying on and continuing the fight-the battle to save face and pretend. I played along for a while with as much dignity as I could muster-but then the game took on a nasty spin and took on a life of it’s own-fueled by small minds and blinding ambition.\u00a0 Small young minds:\u00a0 It is hard to tell young minds no matter how high the climb-the fall down is quick-and when going about burning bridges-they may just find themselves on the bridge that is indeed burning. Small young minds.\u00a0 Then I remembered a simple rule that somehow got lost in it all the back and forth.\u00a0 I removed myself from the game and got back to being.The triangle got taken down.\u00a0 I got back to understanding it was not my job to call out someone’s bad behavior.\u00a0 It\u00a0 was my\u00a0 job to take care of me and my B word. My. Own. Being. And here I was thinking everyone was playing by the same set of rules.\u00a0 I was wrong.\u00a0 In the ever increasing game of ‘shesaidyousaidthatIsaid’-(I blame reality TV)-someone, somewhere is thick in the middle of not taking responsibility for -well, not shutting their mouth-and then blaming someone, somewhere instead of fessing up to, well, not shutting their mouth.\u00a0 Remember what mama always said?\u00a0\u00a0 If you don’t have something nice to say about someone, then don’t say anything at all. I have been silent many a time.\u00a0 But more so, and without any hint of hesitation it falls back to the other old adage:\u00a0 If you don’t have something nice to say about someone-then sit next to me-and tell four friends.<\/p>\n

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