Bad Breakups and Being Dumped, Rise of the BRUHUS

In my Chick Lit/Thriller/Murder Mystery novel I have invented a support group for Unceremoniously Dumped Women, as well as Severely Abused and Broken and Battered Women, but it turns irreverently funny, and also raunchy and explosive and brutal when some of the women in this group decide to take matters into their own hands and start avenging themselves on the men who’ve hurt them. Women who have been dishonored. Women who want their dignity back. Dehumanized by men.

Now I must say that I do like men. This is purely fiction. I have been inspired by many female friends and my own bad luck with certain unsavory men. Men who turned out to be no good. I've dated nearly all types.

This support group will thus be dubbed:

Ballbusters R Us Hegemony Unit and known as BRUHUS and will be pronounced "Broo-hoos."

Some of you might be reminded of a bar called The BruHouse. I must admit that my fervently loyal female members of BRUHUS do actually all love beer. Some of them even brew their own.

In BRUHUS we have several levels of women, and even the group who help those in need - Tech Support. Tech Support consists of Functionable Scary Goons, including three butch women:

1. one who resembles Andrew Dice Clay, except far hairier, and with an immutable NY accent.

2. another resembles my cousin Carma, who is scary and eats broken glass for breakfast and barbed wire for dessert.

3. a third one resembles and IS the spitting/mirror cloistered image of Rosie O'Donnell.

Levels and degrees. Level 1 through Level 10.


Level 1: The Fallen Angel Crowd Killers (FACKERS): normally the wind up being snarky snotty drunken drugged out wasteland girls who dress cheap and easy and are slutty and gossip. Crusty and dirty and naughty and depraved, too. Gone to the dark side, if you will.

Level 2: Slated and Armed For Fucking Eternal Revenge (SAFFERS) – they’ve been trained to fight and are ready to roll and rumble…rock n roll! A higher level of FACKERS, except they might hide their sluttishness and dress a little more nonsensical or extremely brutishly, donning more black than usual.

More to come...