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Me: Get outta here!
Little Brother: I can stay in here!
Little Brother: Fuck you! Sword-Chin Bitch!
Fast forward to 1989, walking down 9th Avenue, Manhattan. I tell my boyfriend the tale.
“I used to be skinny with a sharp chin. So my brother — we had a fight. He calls me a Sword-Chin Bitch.”
“Sword-Chin Bitch?!” Boyfriend spits pipe out. Stops walking, bends over, holds belly. Breathless with laughter, he wipes tears from eyes.
1991, hanging with my good friend B. To break the monotony of post coital cigarette smoking I recount the story.
“And do you know what he called me?”
“Nah baby what he call you?”
“A Sword-Chin Bitch.”
“A sword-chin who!? Yo that ma’fucker’s funny as hell.”
Laughter ensues for five minutes.
Years later, old as shit, I come up with the idea of marketing my homemade book.
Ah, lets see, my sister says I need a blog. She says I need to get on that gaddam facebook, and I need a catch.
Got it — I’ll name my book Why Did You Try to Fuck Somebody You Hate, and Other Mean-Spirited Tales, Told by a Sword-Chin Bitch. It’ll be like, like — Monty Python!
B. thought Sword-Chin Bitch was hilarious – my ex thought so too. And I’d be giving my brother a shout out.
But I can’t say Sword-Chin – it ain’t grammatically correct. Gotta hyphenate, make it Chinned. I’m selling a book. It gotta be right.
Responding to the prompt for a handle on Word Press, Sword-Chinned Bitch, no-brainer.
Months later, thwarted by my own guerilla marketing ploy with that long ass book title, I change it to Mean-Spirited Tales, but keep the Sword-Chinned Bitch handle, to the dismay of a few.
Now you see the origin of my name. I’m the antithesis of a bitch and strive to be evolved when confronted by bitches. My handle doesn’t mean that I endorse bitches, beeotches, or sons of bitches. Some were put off by my Sword-Chinned Bitch head appearing in their posts. I don’t know, should I follow her back? She might be mean, you said. But I assure you that I am kind, loving, and do not consider bitchiness an attribute.
God bless you.
I had wondered where the name came from, but I never found it offensive or anything. You’re the polar opposite of a bitch. 😀
Thank Mme. Weebles — I’d like to think so!
I’m I never considered it offensive either.. I just think of it as you are “sharp” with your words.. and you are, very much so. Like Bitch’in goooood Man!!
Whew! I’m glad — I did have some misgivings about the name then I just rolled with it. Thanks so much for your compliment — I’ll take that to the bank!
it was your name that got me to follow you… I dig it and I dig you– lots
That’s good to know. And I thank you. It’s funny because no one ever actually said they were put off by it — I guess I’m just paranoid. Good to know it’s not necessarily a deterrent.
I wonder how he came up with the name lol. I think you are preciously sweet.
That’s what I wanna hear! Thanks BB!
I’m glad I wandered over here on the perfect post! I didn’t even have to ask! I love your blog name because it’s unique. And it has a good story behind it. Was your chin really that long and skinny? I can’t picture it!
Thanks for stopping by Lily! I’m glad you can appreciate the name. Think Reese Witherspoon, but black! As a child at 12 years old I was 5’3″ and eighty something pounds — so my chin was pretty damn sharp 🙂
Hahaha I was thinking about Reese!
I love me some Reese Witherspoon!
Sandee, I often wondered how you came up with that and I found it creative, catchy. But no way, no how have I ever thought of you as a bitch. Your writing, your comments and your kindness always come through. Always.
Thank you Brigitte — I hope so! I do indeed see some people’s bitchiness or pettiness, whatever — come out in their writing. I’m glad I can be seen as kind. I respect that quality. I think a lot of people take it for weakness — I take it as a strength — go figure!
“I don’t know, should I follow her back? She might be mean”—This made me laugh out loud. I, for one, am glad I followed your chin, sword-shaped or not. Plus, you have cake.
I was hoping that came across as funny. I’m glad I’m following you too! Where else can you find smart, funny, and humble musings that you can relate to? — Gee, I think I just gave you a review 🙂
Thanks for your kind words Carrie. I’ll always find time to provide my readers with cake! I’m hoping it works subliminally — you know — to keep y’all coming back!
Oh, it does. Well, that and the fact that you’re a cool chickadee. 🙂 (And thank YOU for the nice words. We’ve just got a regular sap fest going on here, don’t we?…)
I know right?! About to go into a diabetic coma.
Glad you finally explained:) I hate that women even call each other bitches now and this is why. The primary meaning of bitch is a female dog. Coming from a family that bred and raised different kinds of canines I can tell you it is the bitch who will guard and protect over a dog. Not that dogs aren’t good they just don’t have the sharp maternal instinct the bitch has which carries over into their very protective nature.
Call me a bitch. I will always take it as a compliment. A bitch is your best friend in the canine world! Sandee, you have been given the supreme compliment by your naughty little brother.
Hee hee! Thanks Annie! I knew you’d get it! Now I’ll consider the stature of the bitch dog protecting the others — then I guess that would be me. I’m very possessive and protective over my brother, sisters and nephews.
Oh I meant ‘sister’ I only have one!
LOL! Fancy the NYC dog museum? Westminster?
Hahaha! I only see you as beautiful, Sandee. I’m guessing you rock the sword chin, makes me want one too! I have yet to see the bitchy Sandee, more like totally funny!
That’s funny I ‘rock the sword chin’! I like that! Well, I used to rock it when I was ninety pounds soaking wet. Now it ain’t so prominent, if you know what I mean 😦
I think on a bad day a little B comes out but I don’t embrace it. I don’t need to be that way to be strong. My problem is that I might not acknowledge when that happens, so I suffer sometimes with the Who, little ‘ol me syndrome. Mme. Weebles did a post once that helped me see that I’m in denial about that — and I’m not passive in the least, or afraid of confrontations — I’ve just always admired people who seemed wise enough to handle things in an evolved way.
Sorry Grippy, I might’ve gone on because I know you’re a therapist who’d be sensitive to these issues. I can send you a cyber check for listening!
Have a good night! And thanks for commenting.
I’m a lot like you. I think at our age we’re looking a little deeper and trying to “evolve.” But if anyone is allowed to be a little bitchy, you know we are! Age 50 = hormone hell. I’m here for you in case you get your Beotch on — I got your back.
It’s so good to be blogging with another “woman of a certain age.” Yes, my hormone’s are beginning to swirl as well!
One of the great mysteries of my world has been solved. I always wondered how you got to your place of SCBness, but was kind of reluctant to ask. Now I know. I’ll sleep better tonight knowing the genesis behind your handle. Actually, that’s not true. I’ll sleep better tonight because I just had a cocktail.
So now you see, the tale of SCB 🙂
I’ve been dying to call you GG! I thought, well, you know her real name no need for that now — but I’m glad to see you’ve referred to yourself as GG! Yay!
So lucky having a cocktail — enjoy it GG!
Have a good night, and sleep well…
Well, back in the old days on Le Clown’s blog, we met as SCB and GG. Gotta keep it real, right?
That’s true! Back in the initial days, no pun intended!
kids used to call my daughter “chin-chin” lol
That’s a cute nick name, better than mine 🙂
she hated it so bad though. But later we found out that her jaw was completely out of line. I told her your nick name once and she said she liked yours better lol
Yeah, mine’s a pirate nick name!
Finally the origin! It’s like the lost Issue #1 has finally been found. I had been wondering where your nickname came from, but I knew you’d get around to explaining it at some point.
Hehehe! The name has very ancient origins, circa ’73 — way backackackackackackack!
That was back when I was sporting my plaid Toughskins!
Wow — so you remember the days — all that great 70s rock — though you were a wee lad I imagine.
Actually, your nickname was part of the reason I decided to read your blog in the first place. That’s a great story about you and your brother, too.
Wow — so the name isn’t repellent as I thought it might be. Thanks PM!
When I first saw your name I thought it was awesome! I mean Sword-Chinned Bitch, that’s just something else! It’s also great since you are such a sweetheart
Thanks Miss F.! Such a nice thing to say, aw!
Nope, never been a person to judge someone by the moniker they’ve given themselves….Your awesome-ness just SHINED – how could I not follow you?
Thank you Tham! I would say that my head’s getting swollen from the nice things people are saying, but — tell me more, tell me more!
Oh I love their responses. I wasn’t put off by it. I consider you “one of my bitches.” 🙂
Oh La La this is the highest honor! And it made me laugh! Thank you so much!
My brothers and sisters used to call me Cubesteak. I’d rather be the Sword Chin Bitch. It sounds like a superhero name.
Now I’d love to see a post on the origins of Cubesteak! Yeah, I know, I took a liking to Sword-Chinned Bitch after mentioning it to others and seeing their reactions. My brother I think is a little embarassed that I carried it on so far. He’s very sensitive and I think he doesn’t like rehashing fights and stuff like that — he’s a sweetie pie.
Thank you for this….I was wondering!
Your welcome. The name has very ancient origins 🙂
You are a kind, loving, enjoyable write of a bitch 🙂 And don’t you ever go soft, Sandee! 🙂
Aw sweet! If I were lighter I’d be red. Thanks you GP!
I like bitches.
You funny Kathy!
Hah! I had the image of a sharp, determined, smart woman who suffers no fools. Period. I like the woman I imagined…and I like the one you’re revealing even more! xoxoM
Margarita, I like the cut of your jib! Thank’s so much!
Life’s a bitch 🙂
It is — but I draw strength from the experience of other bloggers! 🙂
Touché 🙂 🙂 🙂
The independent spirit was never so alive 🙂
I remember when you told me the story after I told you I didn’t understand your handle. You said you might write a blog post about it. Glad to see you finally did! 🙂
Yeah — you remember! I finally gathered my thoughts to do it. I have to email this to my brother now.
you do! He’ll get a kick out of it!
I’m taking a bus to Canada to kiss your dancing feet! Thank you so much!
Okay… Okay!!! you’re not a sword chin bitch… I was only nine when I said it!!!! You’re a wonderful woman… my big sister… and a great writer too… and you are far from being a bitch… hmmm… but now that I think about it… your chin is kinda pointy… So now… I rename you… BIG SISTA SUPA SWORD CHIN NOVELIST OF tHE CENTURY!!!!
Aw, Michael! I love you!!! Mwa, mwa! But it’s too late now, I am The Sword-Chinned Bitch! I consider it an affectionate nick name!