Hola, and welcome to the next chapter in the Bluey’s Two Cents story! Recently I’ve had the opportunity to come on board as the Features Editor of a fab new Adelaide print magazine, FHB – that’s fashion, health and business y’all. You can get yourself a copy right here.
Having the chance to help build a print publication from scratch is an absolute dream for a magazine obsessed gal like me, and I’m crazy excited to get started on the Summer 2016 issue!
But for now, I’d like to share with you my Bluey’s Two Cents column from FHB’s Spring 2015 issue. Enjoy.
AM I A DO NOTHING BITCH?
‘do nothing bitch’
Used to describe a person who lacks ambition and ‘does nothing’
e.g. Ain’t nobody got time for a do nothing bitch!
For those of you who’ve been living under a rock, or simply have no idea what I’m on about because you actually spend your time productively instead of scrolling through your news feed, allow me to introduce to you the concept of a do nothing bitch. Edgy, sassy and to the point, this phrase is like a gin and tonic; you’ll either love it, or hate it.
Here’s a bit of context. At only 28 years of age, Ronda Rousey is the first and current UFC Women’s Bantamweight Champion, the number one female MMA fighter in the world, and the first American woman to win an Olympic medal in Judo. Having recently defended her UFC title in August this year by casually knocking out her opponent in just 34 seconds, this gal is the definition of a badass. She’s young, beautiful, has achieved the highest level of success in her field, and has also tried her hand at acting and modelling, because she can.
Yet despite all of Ronda’s achievements in a number of areas, hater’s gonna hate. Unfortunately, there are still wet mops out there that manage to find flaws in her existence, and attack them with as much power as one of her award winning punches. That so-called flaw just happens to be her body. You’d think that before deciding to call Ronda Rousey’s body masculine, one might stop to think: a) maybe, just maybe, her body is quite muscular from being a MMA championship fighter and Olympic level Judoist, or b) probs not the best idea to have a go at someone who could definitely knock me out in her sleep.
If you or I received hundreds of notifications daily informing us that the way we look, and live our lives are just plain wrong, I think it would be safe to say that it might get us feeling a bit down. I can’t speak for anyone else here, but I myself would probably live out the rest of my days under the security and comfort of my doona, doing the old Netflix and Chill; only the hot guy in that scenario would be a packet of Twisties. But not one to let anyone make her feel inferior, Ronda hit back at her critics by using a UFC promo video to explain, in no uncertain terms who is boss:
“I have this one term for the kind of woman my mother raised me to not be, and I call it a do nothing bitch, or I call it a DNB a lot of the time. It’s the kind of chick that just tries to be pretty and be taken care of by someone else. That’s why I think it’s hilarious if people say my body looks masculine or something like that. I think [my body] is femininely badass as fuck because there’s not a single muscle on my body that isn’t for a purpose, because I’m not a do nothing bitch.”
It’s pretty powerful stuff. Another way to look at it is: a do nothing bitch is the kind of person (and I say person, because let’s be honest; we all know it’s not just women who can be bitches) who coasts through life without passion and drive, waiting for opportunities to fall into their laps. After deciding that Ronda Rousey will forever be my spirit animal, I suddenly had a thought — am I a do nothing bitch? As much as I would like to think, or have people believe that I grab life by the balls, and hustle to get closer to achieving my goals, I have to confess that at times, my motivation can not only be lacking, but completely disappear! On such a day, it wouldn’t be uncommon for me to snooze my alarm, decide that life is just too hard, and then proceed to sleep/eat/binge watch TV through all of the day’s commitments.
I’m very lucky that at this point in my life, I can somewhat get away with it. And by that, I mean I’m not letting anyone else down but myself. My lecturers couldn’t care less if I show up to tutorials. Even though they’ll be pissed off at the time, my friends will forgive me for bailing on coffee dates. My family might question my sanity over having spent an entire day consuming several pieces of toast on the couch in my pyjamas, but they’ll still love me anyway. But it’s my future self who’ll really suffer. I’m not talking about the version of me, who in ten years from now will be the impeccably stylish and impossibly cool editor of Cosmopolitan (a girl can dream, right?). Or maybe I am; who knows how our actions today will impact upon where we’ll end up tomorrow. But really, it’s the me who will find herself swamped with unanswered emails, pages upon pages of readings and the overwhelming feeling of failure the day after who will have to deal with the consequences of my laziness.
So to answer my own question, as much as I hate to admit it, occasionally I can be a bit of a do nothing bitch. However, what’s really important is that I don’t want to be a do nothing bitch. We’re all human, and it’s only natural for our drive to literally drive away on occasion, but with a bit of perspective and rational thinking, getting back on track to kicking some serious ass ain’t so hard. Or at least that’s what I’m telling myself.