Who knew!

I have not yet become a sex worker despite "Fancy" being my favorite song as a kid, nor have I murdered anyone despite the vasty enormous number of country murder ballads I grew up with. My Other Favorite Song, the Beatles' Rocky Raccoon, never left me to commit murder-suicide In a fit of jealous rage after falling in love with a sex worker.

But I also don't think bitch qualifies as a slur at all anymore (and it's certainly not a slur on the level of the n-word, as evidenced by one of the gets spelled out and the other doesn't) so maybe I was irreparably damaged by grownup music growing up after all