Femme Ruthless - Sounds Painful, Wot is it?

No, it's not a feminine hygiene product.  It's not a Fembot Assasin's Kit.  It doesn't have anything to do with the Indigo Girls or castrating men.  It isn't an OPI nail shade either (sadly).  Not at all.  

Femme Ruthless was a term I coined years ago while e-bantering about with my gorgeous astrologer and close friend, Mystic Medusa aka the Golden Venus.  Trying to make ourselves feel better we ended up conceptualizing attitudes to the state of shite parts of our lives seemed to have fallen into at the time.  Hence, the commitment to being chaste vis a vis the absence of anyone viable (read employed, not on drugs, human, sane) tempting us to break that fast was called Noveau Chaste courtesy of Mystic.  Primordial female rage channeled er..in some fashion became Femme Ruthless. 

Brooke Shaden: A Storm to Move Mountains

At that point, I was in Kill Mode, and trying desperately to manage what comes of Being a Woman.  That already sounds loaded and it is.  Being a Woman, as in dealing with centuries of hard-wired expectations of women as the default moral compass, purveyor of all that is Good while trying to live my humanity - which I wondered why I suddenly didn't seem to deserve.  I was in a terrible relationship I'd unsuccessfully attempted to quit several times.  And it landed me in the unenviable position of having been victimized by the ex, possum crawling through a slow and confused recovery while under constant fire from a mixture of angered opinions, pity and fear from the nearest and dearest.

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