Recently, I (technically) called a woman out her name. Shortly thereafter I was scolded, rightfully, for doing so. I was like a small child, left staring solemnly at my feet, as she explained why she felt I shouldn’t be casually using this offensive term, especially in reference to her. The worse part was the fact that she was completely right. In fact, to add insult to injury, it was suppose to be a joke; although, obviously said ‘joke’ went astray. However, is it my fault I found it so easy to take calling a woman a bitch in vain?  Read more...