42 Responses to “Is Caitlin Kittredge a Bad Girl?”

1. azteclady Posted: Mar 5th, 2008 at 7:23 am

   1 You know, I probably should have shared this in the Ann Aguirre confessional, but memory failed me then (and you all should’ve been grateful for that). In my second year of middle school, in a girls only Catholic school, and about two weeks before the end of the school year, I got into a physical fight with the girl whose clique had tormented me for two years. Up to then, I had been one of the new kids, attending the privileged school on an academic scholarship, with my hair in braids, braces, and wearing thick glasses with cheap frames. Also a 4.0 grade average and teachers’ pet across the board. I ended up sitting on her torso with my hands around her neck and bloody grooves in my forearms from her nails. The scariest part? To this day (almost three decades later) I can’t quite remember how it got from words to that. Scary.

2. Wendy Posted: Mar 5th, 2008 at 7:27 am

   2 I love Jensen Ackles hence I am a bad girl! And I always say what’s on my mind. Sure, a lot of times, it will only get me in trouble and there’s people who don’t care for the honest truth so then I become “The Bitch.” I honestly don’t care, I’m not gonna sugar-coat it because they don’t like it. And passiveness is not in my vocabulary.

3. Wendy Posted: Mar 5th, 2008 at 7:28 am

   3 Dammit, azteclady, I was here first!

4. Wendy Posted: Mar 5th, 2008 at 7:29 am

   4 And hey you can get good grades AND still be a bad girl.

5. bam Posted: Mar 5th, 2008 at 7:56 am

   5 Author Comment I dream of the day someone comes along and proclaims “first!” on any of the posts.

6. Amber Posted: Mar 5th, 2008 at 9:17 am

   6 “Bad girls have more fun” I don’t agree…

7. December Quinn/Stacia Kane Posted: Mar 5th, 2008 at 10:03 am

   7 Most of my bad-girl moments involve sex in unlikely places, I think.

8. bam Posted: Mar 5th, 2008 at 10:13 am

   8 Author Comment Most of my bad-girl moments involve sex in unlikely places, I think. Uh… me too. Ahem. Like in a public beach. In broad daylight. In the open air. With a group of people camping out just a few feet away. That’s just how I roll.

9. heather (errantdreams) Posted: Mar 5th, 2008 at 11:02 am

   9 I think part of the reason bad girls are so wonderfully attractive to read about is because in real life, if you’re a ‘bad girl’ you still tend to get dismissed as a bitch or a slut, even though ‘bad boys’ don’t get the same rep. We’ve come a long way in terms of women being able to have attitude without being looked down on, but romantic and sexual relationships are one area where that’s still tough. So these books give us the chance to sit back and say ‘I wish I could say/do that kind of thing without being labeled a bitch/slut/whatever.’

10. azteclady Posted: Mar 5th, 2008 at 11:18 am

    10 Sorry, Wendy *grin* Amber, I think it depends a lot on what one considers fun… *innocent face*

11. Karen B Posted: Mar 5th, 2008 at 11:46 am

    11 Oh my, I have so many bad girl moments, especially as a teenager and in my early 20’s. I still speak my mind and don’t back down much, and I still enjoy those spontaneous, unlikely places sexcapades. The twist is that I’ve never looked like a bad girl. So here we go …. 1. In High School a friend and I were in dire need of extra cash to go to a concert so we came up with a plan. We purchased about 100 gumballs. They used to come in long stings of individually wrapped gumballs for about $3. Then using my BFF’s grandfathers diabetic supplies and whiskey we filled each gumball. Through trial and error we discovered that the whiskey turned the inside of the gumball to liquid form and took appx 48 hours to solidify. We injected all the gumballs and then sold them at school for a $1 each. Of course the gumballs were discovered, but no one every gave us up. Not the proudest moment of my life, but we did go to the concert. 2. REVENGE: In 12th grade a friend of mine was cruising town with us when she met a guy she was interested in. She told us she was going to cruise around with him a bit and jumped in his car. They cruised for a while and we passed them many times. Then suddenly they were gone and we couldn’t find them anywhere. About 15 minutes later we saw the guy back in town, but our friend was not with him. We knew something was up, but needed him to stop his car so we could grill him. So being nice and flirty we asked him to meet us in a parking lot. When we got there we pulled up behind him where he could not leave and walked up to his car. After much conversation, cursing and threatening he told us that they drove out to the elementary school. There he basically told her to put out or get out and when she wouldn’t sleep with him he put her out at the school. My BFF was at the window and was like, “You did what? Ah, hell naw!” and dove in the window after him. She got in one good lick before he rolled up the window. Now this guy drove a very very nice sports car and I knew just where to hurt him most. My BFF and I started kicking and hitting his car leaving nice big dents. He was screaming at us and saying all this crap about calling the police … nothing ever came of that. We stopped, jumped in the car and went to pick up our friend at the school. She was sitting on the curb crying with a torn shirt. *()#$#* I thought, we should have beat up his car more. OK, well I’ve taken up a lot of words and space here so I guess I’m done … boy the many stories I still have. I think I need to start writing down all these stories and reflections on my youth …. hmmm, or maybe not.

12. Brooke Posted: Mar 5th, 2008 at 11:58 am

    12 There was one time where I felt really tough and bad girlish. haha It was awhile ago though. I was a Senior in high school my sister was a Freshmen. She rode the bus b/c she got off later than I did, so I used to pick her up most days. One afternoon I got to the bus stop and there wasn’t a single kid in sight. That meant they all had traveled in a group somewhere, so I drove around the block. There was a kid straggling behind, so I rolled down the window and was like, “Hey kid, where is everyone?” He just pointed down the street and said, “Some big girl is going to beat up Jillian(my sisters BFF).” I drove down the block, and see a giant circle of kids surrounding some beastly Sophomore girl and tiny scared Jillian. As soon as I got close enough to the circle I slammed the car in park and hopped out. I shoved my way to the center of the circle, not even taking into account my black mini skirt/halter top/ heeled combo, and putting my finger right in the giant’s face. I remember the words I said to her very clearly… “What the HELL do you think you’re doing? Why don’t you pick on someone your own size, you ogre! Jillian and Tori get your asses in the car!” I felt pretty cool after the girl backed down, and walked away. She was bigger than I was, and probably could have crushed me haha. The next day everyone at school was talking about me, which was fine by me. My sister was never messed with again.

13. Deanna Posted: Mar 5th, 2008 at 12:13 pm

    13 My bad girl moments…..are too many to retell! One of my favorite badass moments recently - my sister in love (aka sister in law) and I went with our hubbys to the Kiss reunion concert. Joycie and I have a just cracked open bottle of champagne, and we’re taking turns drinking from it as we walk the loooong walk across the parking lot to the arena. Two rent a cops stop us and tell us we can’t take it any further, and we have to discard it. I ask “can we drink it instead?” Rent a cop answers, with a snigger “yes, if you can.” Don’t dare me buster! We took turns guzzling the bottle down, and when it was empty, I handed it to the rent a cop and said, “here, thanks!” and we stumbled off to the concert….which was kick ass!

14. Jambrea Posted: Mar 5th, 2008 at 12:16 pm

    14 Well…I thought I was being a bad girl in middle school when this girl made prank calls to my other friends and blaming our respective brothers and sisters. So what did I do…I tormented this poor girl. Normally I’m a very shy girl and not outspoken out all, but it was as if a demon had taken over! She was a bigger girl so I drew stick figures with big bellies and shoved them in her locker and generally made her life hell! It got to the point where I was called into the with the guidance counselor and my other friends. We had a talk and I was asked point blank about the torment and I said, “Yes I did it, I don’t like her!” They didn’t know what to do with that! They asked me not to do it any more and I stopped, but that was my ONE moment of being bad. Well…not really bad, but MEAN!

15. bam Posted: Mar 5th, 2008 at 12:24 pm

    15 Author Comment Could we be getting “mean” confused with a “badass”, take-charge, kickass attitude?

16. Jambrea Posted: Mar 5th, 2008 at 12:38 pm

    16 Yes…I think I am. I was very mean at that time to that poor girl. My friends thought it was bad ass, but we were only in middle school. I’m just lucky I didn’t get off on it and become a bully. I did apologize to her in High School. Kids can be so mean! I guess I need some bad ass tips.

17. Ashley V Posted: Mar 5th, 2008 at 12:46 pm

    17 Hmmm bad girl moments, do they have to be legal? rofl When I was in high school, my best friend and I both happened to skip school the same day. As I was walking through a few feet of snow to meet my boyfriend, my friend drove by. She picked me up and the three of us decided we wanted to go to Florida (we live in Ct) with only $90, and without telling anyone. We got all the way to the Florida border when we ran out of gas…and money. So of course, we ended up stealing gas to continue our journey. A week goes by with us hanging around Florida (luckily my father decided to wire me my own savings, so we didn’t starve). For the trip home, our families didn’t want to leave us to our own decisions so they bought us tickets for the auto train. On the train, I went into the bathroom and what did I find? $600 in rolled up bills. We snatched it up (later found out it belonged to the conductor at the bar, when he came asking if anyone went to the bathroom area) and when we got off the train we went on a shopping spree at the first mall we found. Eventually we made it home, after taking a detour to visit the town where Blair Witch was filmed. btw, I am more then willing to let Jensen punish me in anyway he seems fit.

18. Jackie Posted: Mar 5th, 2008 at 12:47 pm

    18 I’m a good girl who dreams bad-girl dreams… (Don’t enter me — I’ve already read NIGHT LIFE and I loved it.)

19. Samantha Posted: Mar 5th, 2008 at 1:30 pm

    19 I suffer from a severe deficiency of bad-girl moments… except when I think about Jensen Ackles - dammit! why can’t I stop talking/thinking about him. I totally blame the people here, at twop, and livejournal, all places I frequent of my own free will, for repeatedly throwing in him in my face. Mmmm, Jensen Ackles in my face :drool: Dammit! See?!? *** Okay, seriously, most of my “bad-girl” moments are in the past and mostly consisted of my smart mouth running away with me holding on for dear life. I was a scary *bitch* in highschool. I can still be scary, but I try to hold back a little now. If I don’t, I get all verclempt afterwards, except without the near tears.

20. Wendy Posted: Mar 5th, 2008 at 1:42 pm

    20 Azteclady, you’re so not sorry! lol. Heather, I totally agree with you. You have no idea how many times I’ve been called a bitch or whatever just for not backing down and being truthful, I don’t care much for being called a bitch but it’s still ridiculous. And ohmygod, that picture is pure sexyness.

21. Synde Posted: Mar 5th, 2008 at 2:13 pm

    21 I don’t know if I am bad exactly..but I sure am sarcastic. I have unintentionally made some fo my staff members cry with some of my more gritter jokes…One that comes to mind is.. Staff- Does this lipstick make me look like a hooker? Synde- Not really a hooker, that might be too upscale. Staff##%%&*(*()_)__+ Synde-still grinning.. see what I mean? Synde

22. Lorelie Posted: Mar 5th, 2008 at 2:38 pm

    22 Uh… me too. Ahem. Like in a public beach. In broad daylight. In the open air. With a group of people camping out just a few feet away. Roof of the Engineering Building, UC Berkeley campus. And yes, there’s taller buildings around it. Ahem. Last friday I had a moment that was more bitchy than bad girl - a guy got into my office building’s elevator and said “Just put in a full day at the office, now I’ve got to go home and do the honey-do list.” Good natured grumbling. “I just put in a full day and now I have to go home and be a single parent for 14 months because my husband’s deployed,” I said, with a smile that was more teeth than grin. Poor man’s face fell. He didn’t really deserve it.

23. Katherine Posted: Mar 5th, 2008 at 2:44 pm

    23 My badass moment icomes from early in life. When I was in middle school we lived on this private drive that the bus couldn’t turn around on, so the kids from all 14 houses on it had to walk to the nearest crossroad to get picked up. When we were younger my little brother was diagnosed with a disease that was basically destroying the bone in his leg. He had a surgery when he was little to put a metal plate and some screws in his hip and to graft some bone from one part of his leg to where it was the most deteriorated. Even after he had healed from surgery he couldn’t do a whole lot for fear he would break his leg because it was still so fragile. Some of the older boys we rode the bus with gave him a hard time about this. I could usually fend them off for the most part, but it didn’t stop them from calling him a gimp and hurting his feelings. One day one of the older boys who had yet to hit his growth spurt and thus was still about my size (maybe a little smaller) started really laying into him. When I tried to stop it the kid turned to me and asked why my parents didn’t just have him put down like a dog to put him out of his misery. I think that was the first time in my life I had ever been overcome with righteous indignation. I picked the kid up by his winter coat and tossed him about a foot or two into the nearest snowbank. I have no idea how I managed even though he was a fairly small boy. But it worked. Everyone stood around laughing at him until he ran to his house crying. He never made fun of my brother again. I still fall into the bad girl category, but I think that was by far my favorite memory.

24. Caitlin Kittredge Posted: Mar 5th, 2008 at 7:01 pm

    24 ZOMG, I came back here to write nice individual replies and find a zillion awesome stories instead! Keep it up, ladies and dudes…I’m reading.

25. Allie Posted: Mar 5th, 2008 at 7:14 pm

    25 I’m with Jackie, but I do like my turtlenecks. I find them flattering. Make my boobs look bigger.

26. limecello Posted: Mar 5th, 2008 at 8:30 pm

    26 I guess this is off topic now but… I’m not much of a bad girl. In fact, I would consider myself more of a good girl (how boring, I know) - but a friend said this was “baller” so I’ll share. This past summer, I was working for the Senate. DC boys seem to be a breed upon themselves. One glommed onto me at an event, and I named him my “creeper.” Said creeper provided my friend with a lot of alcohol, so he invited creeper to a party he threw. I got last minute info about the get together, and had already made plans. I arrived late, stayed a few minutes, then left. The creeper had texted me the past week (long story there) - and I didn’t respond. When I saw him at the party I knew there was no way around it, so I told him I just don’t check messages, and don’t like texting. (Mostly true.) After I left, he asked my friends why I was there for such a short time. One of my friends said “I think she’s going out with Harvard boy.” To which another immediately said, “No, I think she’s going out with guy who has too much money.” (There were nicknames my co-workers gave these people.) Needless to say, creeper never contacted me again. It was probably bitchy but… creeper was just a creep in general, and thinking about it still puts a smile on my face. (I mean, you can’t plant stuff better than those comments. I so wish I had been there to see it.)

27. Wendy Posted: Mar 6th, 2008 at 5:55 am

    27 Allie, seriously? Turtlenecks makes boobs looks bigger? Guess it’s time to go shopping.

28. Mina Posted: Mar 6th, 2008 at 8:15 am

    28 I’ve had many moments but my first recollectable one was in 4th grade. We bought those little elementary school yearbooks at the beginning of the day. Our teacher didn’t want us playing with it so she kept them all on her desk saying she’d give them to us at the end of the day. This other kid and I use to run back to the classroom after PE to grab bagged lunches and meet the rest of the kids in the cafeteria. While I was there, I grabbed my yearbook off the teacher’s desk because I figured I paid for it and therefore I could look at it when and where I pleased. Unfortunately, I told my best friend who I later found out was a tattle tale and got in trouble for it. The teacher was so pissed she insisted on a parent teacher conference where both my parents had to come. Her remark to them was “She knows right and wrong, she just doesn’t care.” I still don’t think I was wrong, “I” paid for it

29. Jaime Posted: Mar 6th, 2008 at 10:52 am

    29 I went to a high school that was international - we were kids from all different nations and by no means sophisticated, although we should have had better manners than we did. I am by no means a bad girl, but I was a tough girl so I will go with that story.. There were two girls in my 7th grade class, they were twins, from Africa, and meaner than all get out. I took abuse from these girls, almost on a daily basis. Just comments and shoves, I wasn’t singled out they did this to everyone. One of the sisters, her name was Reba - don’t think tiny, red head country singer either - Reba was tall, close cropped hair and ebony skinned - was particularly unforgiving to people who showed any weakness. Her locker was under mine, so I came in contact with her many times a day. One afternoon I was getting books out of my locker and Reba was crouched down in front of her’s and she stood up. When she stood up the two sharpened number two pencils went into my calf by the shin bone. The pencils, of course, broke off. I jumped back and knelt down to my leg. Reba looked down at me and asked me if it hurt. I looked up at her, stood up and said, “no.” She nodded her head at me and walked away. Did it hurt? Hell, yes, it bloody well hurt. I still have a piece of lead in my leg to this day from that. But you know, I did not receive any further abuse from either sister after that.

30. Bad Girl Posted: Mar 6th, 2008 at 11:52 am

    30 I don’t consider myself a bad-ass, per se, even though everyone else says so. I don’t hold my tongue. I wasn’t going to share at first, because I didn’t want anyone finding this later, but here goes: In any case, my older cousin (female) was a bully. Even though she was only a year older than I was, she was horrible. I was 9 or 10 and a very shy child—a pushover. She sent my younger brother to the hospital once for hitting him so hard in the stomach. My parents were outraged, as was I! She bullied him again shortly thereafter by snatching a ball away from him and hitting him several times. I turned into a demon and snatched the ball away from her and said, “Now, take it from me!” As she proceeded to take it, I beat her from one end of my aunt’s porch to the other. I beat her like a $2.00 ho (”Where’s my money, Sally?” LOL). After I beat her up that once, we became the best of friends. She never bullied either of us again. She was too afraid. My aunt (and hers) still talks about how I beat her ass!

31. Jaime Posted: Mar 6th, 2008 at 1:24 pm

    31 Oh, dang, I forgot to say that the pencils were in Reba’s back pocket and when she stood up the pencils went into my leg - she didn’t stab me or anything - at least not on purpose! =]

32. Jaded_bee Posted: Mar 6th, 2008 at 1:57 pm

    32 I’m not really much of a bad girl, I’m just turning twenty in October, so I have some time to make up for it. But I have had my share of downright bitchy and maybe badass moments. I guess it depends on what you think badass is. One of my top faves was during my Junior year. I had just found out that my boyfriend (matt) of four months was cheating on me with my best friend (Shawna….we’ll call her the slut). Anyway, no one knew that I had found out, Matt’s best friend had told me. So the day after I found out I had waited until about half the day was over and I walked up to him during passing period in the busiest part of the school (when everyone from freshman to seniors were clogging the commons) and leaned in for a kiss, like I usually did, when he put his arms around me like always, I promptly kneed him in the balls. When he fell to his knees I stretched a wicked smile across my face and pushed him over using the tips of my fingers. Then, if I remember right I called him a worthless piece of shit, told him not to worry about me because he was entirely too replacable, listed off the names of all the guys who had asked me out while we had been dating (some of them were in the crowd and admitted to it!) and then I made sure to tell everyone how really un-endowed he was, I even demonstrated by measuring it out with my fingers and rasing my hand as high as I could so everyone could see. He quickly became the laughing stock and I’m fairly certain he didn’t have a girlfriend for the rest of the year, he transfered before Senior year. Oh! and the slut, I got back at her in a big way. Me and Slut had welding class together, first hour, and we were learning how to use the blow torch, I’m somewhat a pyro so you can understand that I was pretty excited to get my hands on one of those babies. Slut was just as exited as me but she had to make a big display of how fit she thought her body was (she had chicken legs, no butt, bony everythings and only had hips because she was so anorexic looking…yet she managed to have some love handles and her stomach hung out a little over her too tight jeans) so she tossed her head so that her ridiculously long hair could do it’s nauseating trademark flip, we were the only girls in a class full of guys (most of them were either wrestlers or in some sort of sport) and her hair was so long that even if it was in a high pony tail and she leaned back and sat down at the same time, she’d get a good 2 inches or so under her butt. Anyway, right when she tossed her hair I managed to flick the torch on and it just happened to singe a good 2-3 inches off. The only way anyone would know it wasn’t an accident was if they looked at my face (most of them were looking at her mangled hair) or if they had been in the commons the day before. I was pretty damn proud of myself and she had to go to the groomer….I mean to her hair dresser to get the charred ends clipped off and evened out. She looked pretty funny for Homecomming, which Matt’s best friend asked me to. I went. Matt got mad. It was the funnest dance I ever went to and Jake and I stayed together (to matt’s dismay) until about five months ago. :-)

33. Wendy Posted: Mar 6th, 2008 at 2:01 pm

    33 I have a story - I was in Elementary school and I’m sketchy on the details but the gist of what happened is there was this boy (there always is!) and he wanted to go out with me, I was all for it, he was really cute but the ex who run in my friends circle clearly didn’t like it. Next thing you know, we are meeting after school to fight, half the school is there, and we got into a huge fist fight. I won. We were both small things but I had the upper hand - utter rage. Plus I somehow managed to get on top of her and punch the hell out of her. She had really long nails so I ended up with a bunch of scratches. My cousin ran home and told my mom which went to drag me home. Next day, I think, the girl’s grandma shows up at my house, my mom’s freaking livid about her showing up and bitching about me hurting her granddaughter. She didn’t even care that I was covered in scratches of course. By the way, I still dated the boy, he was such a cutie.

34. Allie Posted: Mar 6th, 2008 at 8:39 pm

    34 Hmmmm…what about the fitted turtlenecks? They can also make you look slimmer, yes? I think I might be alone on this one.

35. limecello Posted: Mar 6th, 2008 at 10:10 pm

    35 I think a lot of people find honest people threatening, because they’re willing to call things as they are and speak the truth. Of course there’s oftentimes a fine line between being honest, and just straight up bitchy. A lot of it has to do with wording. (Also, I think of “bad girl” and “bad ass” as being slightly different, though I’m not so sure why anymore. Definitely both are different than “bitchy.”) One way a girl can be badass is if she’s taken any self defense classes or martial arts. Guys tend to back off (or be a little nicer/more respectful) when a gal can say “do you know I’ve been trained in different techniques on how to most effectively knee a guy in the balls?” And along the lines of the other comments - this actually happened to a friend. Her little sister’s friend somehow got angry at my friend & her sister - so she stole the little caps on her tires. My friend didn’t notice, and tried to sneak out at night - she ended up driving on rims. A horrible thing to do, but you’ve got to give the girl some props for even thinking that up.

36. Lorelie Posted: Mar 7th, 2008 at 3:07 am

    36 They can also make you look slimmer, yes? Not when you’ve got a round face and cheeks that pop out like a chipmunks when you laugh, like me.

37. azteclady Posted: Mar 7th, 2008 at 7:03 am

    37 Allie said, I’m with Jackie, but I do like my turtlenecks. I find them flattering. Make my boobs look bigger. And that’s why I don’t care for them myself :sigh: :p

38. Wendy Posted: Mar 7th, 2008 at 8:21 am

    38 After Lorelie’s comment, I’m so not buying a turtleneck. Azteclady, we all know you have big boobs, no need to rub it in our faces, lol!

39. Amy S. Posted: Mar 8th, 2008 at 6:51 am

    39 One day, my sister, me, and our friend saw some boys we knew driving. We ended up getting in a race with them on the main highway in town. We even went thru a drive thru pharmacy, the way you was supposed to leave the pharmacy. Thankfully no cars were in it. lol. I remember seeing the son of the owner and his mouth was just hanging open. We did lose the race though. The boys beat us by a few seconds and only because they cut thru the pharmacy.

40. Caffey Posted: Mar 9th, 2008 at 7:48 pm

    40 I’m so much the opposite, I think thats why I so love to read bad-ass heroines! I was one big loner through HS. Without being able to communicate, I just got picked on a lot but took it or did a lot of avoidance. The biggest thing for me was in college getting pretty drunk and seeing a guy I so hated because he was harassing me, so my usual self who just avoids, I instead took this guy down to the floor after having taken a couple of self defense class and had him on his stomach with my knee into his back just yelling it all out to him! He never bothered me again and I’m sure those drinks gave me some freedom to do it but too, it gave me more strength ever since.

41. Samantha Love Posted: Mar 18th, 2008 at 11:27 am

    41 OMG I am such a bad girl, in fact I dream of going down hard on rock, blues guitar player Jordan Rivers, I want him so bad,I want to do crazy things to him. And the truth is I don’t even know him. In fact it get worst, Jordan Rivers must be 35 or older and I am only 17 years old. I feel so bad for wanting an older man, am I crazy, I would have his children if I could. Maybe I am just a dumb blonde, but I know what I want. And I want Jordan Rivers as my main love interest. I mean just look at him on his blog he’s so cute, http://jordanriversguitarforum.blogspot.com/ The second best looking guitar player is John Mayer, but Jordan Rivers can really sing to my heart. He’s a dream Bo.

42. Jack Posted: Apr 7th, 2008 at 12:48 pm

    42 yes she’s a very bad naughty sweet girl…he he