bitchery

Crazy eyebrows aside, she's smart, she's warm, she's as on-the-ball as a performing seal, and she came out of Aoiffe's bitchery looking like a lady.

Indeed, Crosby believed that "a woman without a touch of bitchery is like milk without Vitamin D" (The Passionate Years 109).

It's an example of museum-quality bitchery, which is one of our charming gay characteristics, people claim.

Dickerson, who'd OK'd the Jeffries fight in Reno, insured that Johnson's year inside was a relative picnic--much to the consternation of the prison's petulant and pouting guards, men known more for their frequent, excessive inmate beatdowns than their complaint-box bitchery.

She controls her fear around rural dogs, but in her uncle's presence she "could smell the sweat breaking through the day-old talcum powder" tender her arms and "tell that he was smelling it, too." Another character notices "the casual song of affluence in the sharp cut of car-keys in the pocket." Alleviating the often overly sincere and slow-paced ruminations on the chances for spiritual salvation in a world challenged by the unruly desires of the body, Dawes sums up the way a woman ruins a relationship between an older member of her church and a visiting American: "The church was too ashamed to admit that it had witnessed a remarkable piece of bitchery right before its very holy eyes."

We watch her because she's the queen of bitchery. We monitor the intensity of her rudeness, marvel that she gets away with it and wonder how far "they" will let her go.

Not for me the lower-case stuff of bitchery; I want the big capital letters, Full Monty of B*I*T*C*H*.

Wonderful food is prepared in your kitchery - Visitors gather for gossip and bitchery - Always I know I'll feel restless and itchery - With the desire to return to the Witchery!

Though the sequel doesn't degenerate into the mess of Act 2 [of Boys in the Band], nevertheless, you go into a room and recount awful stories and ...." Bitchery ensues?

A night of drunken bitchery was again within my grasp and my joy was unconfined!

In this light, any criticism of predictability and heartlessness seems at least bilious, at worst a noxious species of critical bitchery. What's hokey about Canin's reach through such a frame structure to plumb his story's range and meaning?

DeMott casually acknowledges such forerunners but writes that "yester-year's bitchery lacked standing as an ideal" a ludicrous comment, considering their box-office or palace power.