in which I am an asshole, again

[rispacooper]

You all know I'm sure that by now as far as I'm concerned, Marin County, CA needs to get napalmed off the face of the earth. (It's one redeeming feature, being pretty, is quickly overshadowed by the assholes who do all they can to keep the rest of the world but the privileged out of it in the name of conservation--for only the rich to enjoy).

If you know Marin County at all, then you know that as a peasant you must take the subtlest of revenges until such a time as the power is yours (when that day comes, Marin, you will be the first against the wall.) For those who don't know Marin, it's the wealthiest spot in California, which means it's full of the cheapest people, and the most self-sheltered from reality.

Anywho, the reason I mention this is, I was given the task of turning a small video store into something more arty and interesting (only, alas, the county is full of ignorant cows popping out babies for their nannies to raise and people who are too afraid of the "dark" East Bay (re: black people) to ever step foot across a bridge. It's upper class to middle upper class fake liberal suburban nightmare. Don't even get me started on their police force or the teenagers. *cough* Nonetheless, I takes my joys I can in making funky movie sections.

My current one, centered on women directors, is pretty awesome. The original title though was deemed less than acceptable after some discussion. What do you think?

Women Directors: Because it isn't about just pushing out babies.

Too harsh? Perhaps. So we debated another option.

Women Directors: Turns out we have brains too!

Sadly, this was considerate inappropriate as well. So I suggested a last one.

Women Directors: Who gives a fuck if they can bake a cake?

I suppose I may have to tone it down a bit

Comments

[paper-legends.livejournal.com]

Poor kitten. (hugs) Erm... how about:

Women Directors: We're Very Good At Telling People What To Do (And Bad Things Happen When They Don't Listen)?

Love,
Roo

[rispacooper.livejournal.com]

Sometimes I get treated like shit more than others. And so I get a little...angry.

I settled on the gentle :not just sugar and spice.

it works tho. :)

[paper-legends.livejournal.com]

I am in the same get-shit-on boat, and if you don't rant, then, one day, you snap and kill someone with a tire iron. So no worries on that account. I actually think your tags are funny as hell. If I were your boss, I'd promote you! (hugs)

[rispacooper.livejournal.com]

That's the sad part. I'm sort of the boss.

(Just not the interfering owners, sigh)

Isn't work just SO awesome? *fake smile*

[paraxdisepink.livejournal.com]

Aw Marin . . . and their useless shopping areas.


Women Directors: Our sex drives are scawy.

[rispacooper.livejournal.com]

You wouldn't believe how much these people comment on the slightest hint of sassiness... It's like they say they are free thinking, but not really.

And if I wear a funny t-shirt, they all feel the need to remark upon it. The point of the shirt is to make you think, assholes. So do it.

[paraxdisepink.livejournal.com]

Last time I went there it was to go to the fricking Cheesecake Facrtory (which made me sick). I'd chugged a couple martinis and went around the Corda Madera shopping center drunk hehe. They had all these useless stores that real people can't afford to shop at. The Coach purses weren't even chained up haha *is soooooo from the other side of the San Rafael bridge*

[rispacooper.livejournal.com]

They make me feel so ghetto and I'm not. Ugh and when they act like they are from San Francisco, and I'm like...but you're not. Because they are way more ghetto than you guys, even the uppity hippies know how to get ghetto there.

Grrrrrr.


They leave their wallets on the counter while they run out to the car. And I'm like you might not want to do that and they just stare at me.