Last night in Georgetown I eavesdropped on the cell phone conversation of a girl in office-wear and Uggs. She told her friend a darling story of how she’d lost her BlackBerry, coat and credit card at McFaddens. When she returned to collect her things she discovered she’d spent $100, at happy hour, no less. Ok. Whatever. Bad choice of bars but it’s not like I’ve never left my belongings at equally stereotypical drinking holes—luckily, the Black Cat and the Raven are cash-only. The thing that got me was how she signed off on the phone: “Okay, you fucking bitch!” she said. “I’ll see you later!”

Who says that? Is it mean girl self-parody? I might jokingly call my girlfriend a bitch in response to some specific gripe — but as a salutation? I just don’t get it.