Ladies and gentlemen and more ladies: you have entered a bitch-free zone. Other people can be wrong. Other people can be severely misguided. Other people can be so cripplingly insecure that they cannot bear to see your (different) opinion as acceptable. These other people don’t know you, don’t know where you live, and can’t hurt you. They cannot sneak into your house, reverse your son’s circumcision, breastfeed your dairy-allergic baby, enroll your child in Sidwell Friends or steal her spot there. They cannot quit your job for you, move you to the suburbs, or steal your money to and donate it to Planned Parenthood or Operation Rescue. People who disagree with you in comments to a blog cannot feed your children Lunchables™ , force you to watch Kate Gosselin dance with the stars, or pull off clandestine Prius-SUV swaps under cover of night. In fact, they are not even capable of persuading you. They are harmless.
If you refer to another poster as a “bitch,” Webmaster Lori and I will change your user name to “Poopy McFartbag” or or “Stinkela Yeastbottom.”
You may use the adjectival form if applying to yourself or to child.
Appropriate: “Jesus Christ, little Kaitlyn woke up so bitchy this morning, I don’t know what I’ll do when she hits puberty. I’m thinking convent school.”
Inappropriate: “If you knew anything, you’d stop saying that Montessori is a more loving environment than Reggio, bitch. I feel bad for your children missing out on this warm environment because you are such a xxxxxxx bitch.”