A certain Mary from way down under in Sydney (hello Australia!) sent this bitch an email asking me whether I consider myself a diva.
Well, that’s the first time I’ve been asked that question!
A bitch is a bitch, but I don’t want to be a diva nor do I consider myself a diva. We’re not talking about opera divas…like the fantabulous Maria Callas. We’re talking about divas among us…more along the lines of certain celebrities who have a reputation for being difficult in a bad way.
Confession - this bitch is often “difficult” in a good way. When it comes to my activism, I believe in speaking my mind…I have expectations and I hold those in power accountable. As the recent home training fail demonstrated by Missouri legislators in response to an animal rights group’s activism in lobbying against a horse slaughter bill, those in power aren’t used to and don’t appreciate hearing from the masses…thus, they find those of us who do it “difficult”.
But that doesn’t make me a diva.
I’ve been wrong (rarely…very rarely…like Haley’s Comet!) and, thank the gods, I have people in my life that will look me in the eye and tell me my ass is wrong. More importantly, I work hard to be the kind of person who can hear that shit and appreciate the spirit in which it has been given…rather than fluff my Afro and tell folks to kiss my black ass.
Divas, in my opinion, lack self-confidence. Oh, I know that they appear to be confident as a motherfucker…but I find their random tests of adoration rather telling and extremely annoying…like when Madonna demanded a present from Warren Beatty in Truth or Dare then bragged when she got one.
That ain’t me.
But I know that some folks have reclaimed divadom as a positive thang…more of a celebration of self than a manipulation of others. I suppose that’s okay, but since my personal experience with divas has been that they are vain materialistic insecure pains in the ass…well, it’ll take some time for me to transition to that revised definition.
Anyhoo, at present time a bitch does not consider myself a diva.
Hell, I’m still refining my bitchitude...this shit ain't easy!