For a while, I thought Pleasanton was becoming more cosmopolitan. When I saw a group of people shout down the idea of having a forum about Iraq and enforce the idea that City Council meetings are only about sewers and plots of land and never about our collective cultural progress, I snapped out of my delusion. And, as time grinds on by, I've come to believe that a large hunk of this community is truly provincial, classist, racist, and many enjoy using religion as their bully pulpit. I envision Pleasantonians clutching their Nordstrom bags and waving tiny flags as they proudly slide into the next dark age.
Even the movie critic this week seemed comfortably stuffy, pointing out in practically the same breath that the movie "Juno" was "overwritten" by an ex-stripper. Why was it necessary to point out that the "overwriter" was a former stripper? It makes me sad to think how delicious it must've felt, knowing how easily that imagery would slide down the gullet of the provincialists in our city, feeding that particular dragon. But, as she pointed out, "that's why I get the big bucks." Right...