I Turned the Insult Into a Compliment.

For years, “bitch” was a word women were expected to avoid. Too direct. Too confident. Too opinionated. Too much. I decided I was done letting other people’s discomfort define me.

So I reclaimed the word.

First Class Bitch became my way of putting language around something I had lived: what happens when a woman stops shrinking, raises her standards, finds her voice, and refuses to abandon herself for anyone. I wrote the book I needed—and discovered that other women recognized themselves in it too.

What started as my own reclamation became something bigger: a body of work, a growing universe of ideas, and a movement. And now I bring those ideas into rooms—through stories, observations, conversations, and a point of view that is unapologetically First Class.