I have very logically refrained from engaging in this sort of activity given my inability to "go with the flow." Simply put: I am a dictator (an "Alpha Female" if you will). In corporate America, my loyal event planner, Sharon, executed all my wishes to perfection. When she made recommendations that I didn't like, I would merely say "Nah. Let's do it my way." Frank Sinatra would have been proud.
Those days are gone. On my own version of Wisteria Lane, I'm forced to play nice and listen to people's suggestions and be thoughtful and considerate. My sons could testify to my gross ineptitude in this area. I am just not naturally nice or patient. When I worked, I despised corporate meetings where every EVP, AVP, and just plain VP would toss out random concepts and wait for a standing ovation to commemorate their brilliance. Oddly enough, these same geniuses never stuck around to investigate, oversee, or implement a single thing. Those tasks, my friends, are usually assigned to a woman.
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Mrs. Hannibal: Really, you want to use elephants? To march across mountains? That's your master plan?
Hannibal: That's the plan.
Mrs. Hannibal: Have you thought about the clean-up on this super idea? Geezus...the smell alone will alert the Romans from 10,000 kilometers.
Hannibal: Oh, hush.
Mrs. Hannibal: And what about the river Rhone? It's not like elephants swim, dear. Unless your understanding of elephants differs from mine? Oh...but wait, who got an "A" in Mammalology 101 and who was too busy having sword fights in the quad to go to class?
Hannibal: You're killing my invasion buzz.
Mrs. Hannibal: You never think things through.
Hannibal: You're right. I married you.
So here I am, Czar of the Block Party and fully prepared for the neighbors to never speak to me again. I don't want to conduct brainstorming sessions. I don't want investigate new themes. I don't want to re-invent the wheel.
My co-chair and I will do everything we can to make this a nice block party. And if the people don't like it, they can vote me out of office next year.
Or I'll come up with a texting scandal to speed up my ousting.
And that is why elections matter.