Inspired by the darling who states:
My fantasy job has always been to be the person sitting in a room somewhere making up all the names for lipsticks and eyeshadows and nail polish.
I ask you…how brilliant and extraordinary is THAT for a fantasy job?
Though not nearly as FAB as seide’s, I have two:
1) I have just always wanted to be a Librarian. Since early childhood, I have been obsessed with their marvelously cloistered asses, and all that they do. A few years ago, I even wrote a poem (that was published in a frighteningly respectable lit journal, come to think of it) exploiting and turning on its head the “mythology” of the Librarian (or MY idea of the mythology of the Librarian, rather…) *eyebat*
and secondly…
2) Lemme tell you, I would shamelessly kick the plug outta the wall on my own mother’s life support system if I could be one of those cute, liederhosen hostesses on the Storybook Boats ride at Disneyland. You know…the ones who give you a canal tour of that enchanting little land of miniature buildings — and who ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS sound like they are holding their noses whilst doing so? (methinks Uncle Waltie either needs to spring for a new sound system on those fucking boats…or start hiring dames whose septums are not completely destroyed from too much goddamned baggy.)
But baggied-out, leiderhosen-wearing broads, and fucked-up sound systems or not — I adore that ride. It is my spiritual and cultural mecca. I would SO rule at that job.
What is YOUR fantasy job?
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