Thanks to reality TV shows like Bad Girls Club, the term “bad girl” often gets confused with “mean girl” — that is, any woman that’s a mean, vapid and materialistic bitch.
Well, I’m here to take it back. Because there’s a little more to it than simply being a cunt.
Bad Girls are the femme fatales that follow the beat of their own drum. They are the black sheep of the family and the flock…the ones that don’t want to follow the herd mentality of “mean girl” cliques. The ones that actually have something to say and are not afraid to say it. Even at the risk of losing popularity or fame.
They don’t worry about what’s politically correct. They don’t mind making you feel uncomfortable if you deserve it. They have no interest in “toeing the line” or conforming just to fit in with society’s idea of how a woman should act. They are perfectly fine being seen as “scary” or “intimidating” or “outspoken” — it is their birthright and they own it.
They don’t obsess on tabloids or worship reality TV shows. They are not Housewives of Beverly Hills. They do not partake in rampant, mindless consumerism. And they are not overly concerned about your idea of what’s fashionable — because they know you cannot buy cool. It doesn’t work that way.
And finally, a real Bad Girl stands up for her friends and won’t turn her back on them if they get drunk at a party and left alone with some creep. They have their own set of rules; a code in which to live by. A code of honor.
Those are the things that define what being a Bad Girl means in my world.
My first role model was the original Bad Girl, Suzi Quatro. My older sister collected her records from The Pleasure Seeker days. She wore leather…She was petite (I could relate)…And she gave zero fucks. She was a female “Fonzie.”
This is why it made perfect sense for Suzi to play “Leather Tuscadero” on Happy Days. I was in heaven…I found a chick I could really dig and relate to; she could play bass, sing, ride motorcycles and stand on her own ground with the boys.
It’s a lesser known fact that Suzi Quatro paved the way for many others, including Joan Jett.
However, in an era where social media has taken over our collective lives…Bad Girls have somehow devolved into trash-talking “basic bitches” that post duckface selfies all day and get into fights about shoes and boyfriends. Somewhere in the information overload of the 2000’s we’ve lost the true meaning and art of being a Bad Girl.
But it really should be no surprise; the life of a true Bad Girl isn’t always easy. For some, it’s difficult to resist the urge to fit in and fall in line. To be true to one’s self. Many just need to follow the herd…to feel safe…and comfortable. For these people, it’s scary being different.
Throughout history, we have gotten a bad rap. We are often blamed for men’s shortcomings and many women frequently demonize us…projecting their own insecurities onto us. I’ve personally been called a bitch, a slut, and just recently…a witch. That her man was weak-willed and I practiced dark magic and voodoo. I am honored she felt my music was that powerful.
An actual witch…I thought that was pretty funny.
I don’t mind being called these things and neither should you…especially if you are truly being yourself and following your own path. I’ve been attacked by men and even women for daring to follow my dreams and refusing to play the silly social games these people use to keep themselves and others enslaved.
Small minds just don’t get it. Some never will.