“Great people talk about ideas. Average people talk about things. Small people talk about other people.”
I know…Its not cool right now to like Britney Spears. Yes yes…I know. Does not have her act together. Not a good role model. Slightly hedging toward the bipolar side of life. Issues and problems with the tendency to act out. Uh huh. Got it. I understand.
Or maybe…I dont. You see, I have always been one of those women.
Even in high school, I did not have female friends because I was an easy target for gossip. As a 16 year old straight A student that was graduating two years early while working 25 hours a week with the perfect boyfriend, I guess I was an easy mark for all of the “perfect girl” gossip. Although I know that people rarely look close enough to see the truth, I was struggling to get out of a homelife with alcholic parents that beat on each other a few nights a week. I felt like…”You want a piece of me? Really?”
In college, women stayed away from me because I was happily married woman. Great husband. Great grades. I did not party and carry on like most women. To the military wives, I was a snob for getting an education. To the college girls, I was close to trailer park trash because I was a military wife. Reality? Ah well, I was struggling to align my epilepsy after the stroke. I lost a year of college because I lost my license (they dont let you drive until you go a year without seizures!). On good days, the world rolled like a 3 day hangover after a night of tequila shots. I felt like…”You want a piece of me? Really?”
When I got my first real job, working for My Favorite Scorpio, I thought I would finally get away from the female gossip groups that followed me. After all, I tried to be one of them. Listened to endless stories about kids, invited them to lunch, and engaged in their female rituals like giving baked goods at Christmas. I even took one of their children to the movies so she could have a romantic night on her anniversary. I really tried!
It was barely four months before the gossip started that I was sleeping with My Favorite Scorpio. I could only laugh. It honestly made me smile to have women stop me in the bathroom after one of our trips to a tradeshow (if you have never conducted a tradeshow–it is exhausting!!) to ask me, “you know…how is he?” It was not so funny in this small town when The Marine started to here it where he worked. I felt like…”You want a piece of me? Really?”
And now…this. SexyWhispers. Three women contacted me last year to tell me that they considered me little better than something they would scrap off of their shoe. Not worthy to do business with them. I am incredible at what I do. My Favorite Scorpio, the greatest mentor of my life, taught me well and I have built a thriving business from making others successful in less than 3 years. I feel like…”You want a piece of me? Really?”
Now, I have a zero tolerance policy when comes to gossip. If you want to tell me how you feel, think, or act. Go for that. If you want to share your life with me. Please do. If you want to give me insight into life as you see it…I am waiting. But, if all you can talk about is other people, spare me. I do not care.
So, I guess this song, “Piece of Me,” is an anthem for every woman who lives her life walking in her own sexy shoes. In truth, we all have a life. If anyone does not like mine or the way I live it, then that is too damn bad. For anyone who wants a piece of me…be sure. I take no prisioners. For Britney, rock on girl! It may not be the way other people would live their lives…but they aren’t getting the chance. ~~Dee
Enjoy the song….Piece of Me