Bitch Two:Dorothy Parker

Where as Ambrose Bierce drew strength from the misery and perils of life, Dorothy (not "Dorthy") Parker allowed herself to indulge in misery while she skewered writers, playwrights, and high society. What made Parker special was the twisted combination of a polite and personable woman with a wit designed for dissection, a pen dipped in blood, and a tongue that worked best when unleashed...
In the early part of the 20th century, Parker wrote for such bastions of literary distinction as Vogue and Vanity Fair. Work as a word slave ended abruptly when Vanity Fair dismissed her for her acerbic prose, a clearly foreseeable event. She launched into a freelance career and shortly penned her first book titled Enough Rope, which showed her feisty side as well as more conventional verse.

Most compelling were her cynical associations. Parker became a founding member of the "Algonquin Round Table" (for those not familiar with this group, it was a motley gathering of the literary, illuminati, and comic that met at the Algonquin hotel and blistered the world with their communal communications). There she traded barbs with the likes of Robert Benchley, Alexander Woollcott and Harpo Marx. Many of those cunning conversations found their way into the pages of the New Yorker, which only furthered her infamy.