I have been thinking about this notion of being a bawse bitch and the varying interpretations of what that is. It came up again for several reasons – I’m reading Bad Feminist by Roxanne Gay (Yes still. But do run not walk to your local bookstore or cop it here: https://www.amazon.com/Bad-Feminist-Essays-Roxane-Gay/dp/0062282719); I was tagged this recent post by #MLK50 ;
and I peeped that bawseness of the previous two weeks’ episodes of How To Get Away With Murder. This one here….
I watched this past Thursday’s episode of How To Get Away With Murder when homegirl said, “I’m a bawse.” I said, “Yasssss. Do it sista.” Cause she really is. Her character on the show is a force, a power player, a women who’s stomping with the big dawgs, making her male colleagues’ balls rescind. LOVE. IT. Loves bawse bitches and bawse moves. As you can see, my interpretation is more Cathy Hughes and Michelle Obama than Keyshia K’yaori and Taylor Swift. Whether you agree or not, you get what ahmsayin.
I have never considered myself a bawse. Never. But maybe I should. Maybe I should give myself more credit because there are no absolutes. We could probably stand to expand our definitions of bawse to make room for the ones who make silent moves, and those who are bosses in their micro-environment. What about those women? Subtle, silent moves should not be discounted. Bawse moves aren’t always bold in the traditional sense. Sometimes they are bold in the “do what you gotta do” sense. Sometimes it’s standing by your man. Sometimes it’s running the hell out of your household –moms damn sure are bawses. Do you know how hard it is to keep a not dirty house (much less pristine) without a housekeeper, clean children and sheets, neat yard, flower bed, cook most days and be not-so-late for school drop off and pick up especially when you are trying to work too? Chile!
Bawse moments aren’t all pernicious or sinister in nature, as TV would have us believe. They don’t all involve a take down or a glorious, grand comeuppance. Real life can be, but usually isn’t, a made for TV drama. I know art imitates life, blah blah. Oftentimes, for me, it can mean making bawse moves on behalf of others or for the greater good – warriors for the local or global community. There are many times where we –women – are the invisible hand.
There are some other common threads here – fearlessness, leadership and carrying out this performance as “woman” on your own terms. Whatever that looks like. But fearlessness or perhaps a willingness to use that fear as fuel, is a bawse trait. The conventional wisdom per both men and women used to be that you have to sacrifice your feminine spirit to be a true player in the game at the highest levels. Basically asexual. (See: Hillary and her power pantsuits) Some of that still holds true but more and more I see women being women, not adopting what are considered to be male characteristics to gain entrée/access/favor/success. You can be sexy as hell without looking inappropriate or sleeping with anyone for professional gain. You can be self-possessed and balls to the wall confident in high heels. You can be vulnerable, though you still canNOT cry at work. Like real talk, you can’t do that unless it’s a campaign tactic (again, see: Hillary). Otherwise something super tragic went down and you’re a lady police chief. But even then not an ugly cry. Just moist eyes or that one solitary tear. Also your makeup. TV….No. LOL!
That’s a somewhat tangential conversation that could easily spawn a dissertation. The point is, it’s your prerogative. You get to choose how you bawse. To be honest, there is some tucking in that goes on. Errbody don’t need to know errthang right? But generally, however you identify – ciswoman or something else – being a bawse bitch to me means you choose you. You can wear a dress and be a bawse. You can have braids and be a bawse. You can have kids and still be a bawse at work (and at home). You can be a stay-at-home mom and be a bawse. You can have emotional range and be a bawse – yes you can feel stuff without it diminishing your logic or decision-making ability. You can choose to be out front or you can choose to lead from the back. The whole point is that your method of bawse-ness is YOUR CHOICE. Not anyone else’s. Taking ownership of that is….well…bawse. It may be good, bad or ugly but own it. We are allowed to fail just like our male counterparts. The road to being a bawse bitch is paved with failures. But so what? Doesn’t matter how as long as you bawse TF up. Period.
In closing remember this,, one of my most favorite-est quotes: