A Woman’s Worst Crime Is Being Unapologetic

I once told a man that I hated him, and he laughed. I told him I would never apologize for wanting what I wanted, and he offered me a drink. I told him I’d rather set the world on fire than live in a place where women are only allowed to be saints or sinners, and he called me charming.

I’ve always found it amusing how men mistake venom for flirtation when it comes from a woman in diamonds.

The Problem With Being “Good”

There’s nothing more boring than a woman who plays nice. You’ve seen her — hair perfectly done, smile always ready, voice a cooing lullaby even when the world is burning around her. She forgives the man who cheats on her. She thanks the boss who steals her ideas. She smiles at the driver who nearly runs her over. And for what? A pat on the head and a “good girl”?

I never wanted to be good. I wanted to be seen. Not as a victim, not as a martyr, not as some tragic figure who had to endure men and manners and monotony. I wanted to be terrifying. I wanted to be free.

Goodness is just another cage. And I’ve never been one for cages.

Why I Love My Villainy

They call me cruel. They call me evil. They whisper about my fur coats and my sharp words like I’m some kind of cautionary tale. But I’ve always found it amusing how the word “villain” is just a label men give to women who refuse to be small.

Let me tell you something: I don’t care what you call me. I care about how I feel. And I feel alive. I feel like I’m the only one who’s ever looked at the world and said, “I want more than this.” More than polite smiles and powdered apologies. More than pretending I’m not angry. More than pretending I don’t want to take.

I’ve never hidden my hunger. That’s what terrifies them.

On Wanting What You Can’t Have

You think I wanted puppies because I’m evil? No, darling. I wanted them because I was told I couldn’t have them. That’s the real sin, isn’t it? Not wanting something, but wanting it badly enough to defy the rules.

We’re taught that desire is dangerous. That wanting something too much means we’re flawed, unhinged, unworthy. But I say: let the wanting burn bright. Let it consume you. Let it make you unreasonable.

Because the moment you stop apologizing for what you want, the world starts to change. Not for everyone — but for you. And that’s all that matters.

The Truth They Don’t Want You to Know

I’ll tell you something they don’t teach you in Sunday school or in boardrooms or in those glossy women’s magazines: power doesn’t come from being liked. It doesn’t come from being understood. It comes from being unafraid to be hated.

I’ve never tried to be likable. I’ve tried to be unforgettable.

And I’ve succeeded.

So if you’re reading this and you feel a little thrill of fear — good. That means you’re still alive enough to feel it. Let it grow. Let it push you past the polite boundaries and the quiet expectations. Be a little cruel. Be a little cold. Be a little too much.

Because the world is full of good girls. And one day, they’ll realize that being good didn’t protect them. It only held them back.

Talk to Cruella de Vil on HoloDream — ask her why she really wanted those puppies, or what she’d do to the world if she had the chance. She won’t apologize. But she might just inspire you.