On Being a Failed Evil Genius

I had a lot of time to think last evening, between driving the dog back into Raleigh for a vet visit, getting her shot full of fluids and antibiotics and anti-nausea drugs and sanitizing (in no particular order) the house, The Boy, the dog, the bathroom, the kennel, the carpet, and myself, and I came to a realization:
I will never be an evil genius.
I’m kinda bummed out by that. Evil geniuses tend to be provocative (in that “person you love to hate” way), and nowadays they also tend to be rich. It’s that second part that really bums me out, particularly since I’m suddenly in the mood to recarpet my home.
You may be wondering two things at this point: One, what is the definition of an evil genius, and two, why, BAW, oh why are you a failure at it? Let me answer those questions in order.


An evil genius isn’t just some guy who has a tank full of sharks with lasers on their heads. Oh, no. Those folks might be evil, and they might be geniuses on some level, but in the end they always get taken out by some bumbling dude in a leisure suit. Nope, the true evil geniuses of the world are a tad more mundane in their methods and appearance, but have two things in common: a lot of vitriol, and the ability to turn it into cash. Let me give you a couple of examples–Michael Moore and Ann Coulter. No one political affiliation has the lock on evil genius, and neither does any one career. If you’re a successful evil genius, you will be despised by approximately one half of the population but you won’t care, because the other half will buy all your stuff and love you for “sticking it to the (pick one: man, liberal media, hegemony of the day).” I would gladly be hated by half the population if the other half gave me cash, because I’d then have enough money to make sure that the half that hated me stayed on the appropriate side of the shark-filled (head lasers optional) moat.
So why am I a failed evil genius? I don’t lack in vitriol, that’s for sure. I do, however, lack the cash flow that can come from channeling one’s rage, and that lack can be summed up in one word: dimples.
I have dimples when I smile. They’re symmetrical dimples, too, evenly spaced and just below the apple of each cheek. I have cute, rounded, dimpled cheeks, and even now people tend to pinch them. I’m 35 freaking years old, and people still pinch my cheeks. As you may imagine, being pinchable severely hampers one’s ability to be taken seriously as an evil genius. Let’s recap: Ann Coulter? No dimples, and she has an action figure, for crying out loud! Michael Moore? No dimples. Even my hero, Florence King, lacks the stupid little marks of Venus.
First impressions are everything, you know. I can see it now: I break into big media with an opportunity to yell at O’Reilly and attempt a sardonic evil grin and: DIMPLES! Dammit! So all the folks at home are like, “How evil can she be? She looks like Shirley Temple with those things!” and my evil genius street cred (and subsequent cash flow) is ruined. The flip side of that is that while I may be too dimply to be taken seriously as evil, the fact that I’m always griping prevents me from being America’s Sweetheart–another cash cow, or so I’ve heard.
So here I am, stuck in the middle, dimpled and enraged. My dreams of new carpeting and a shark-filled moat are just that: dreams. Broken dreams, smashed against the unyielding reality of dimples.

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7 comments

  1. Who Tends the Fires

    Just in from the ACME “News” wires…

    The Word for the Day is: “Hangnail…” All righty. Real life is intruding on me, so my posting may be a bit light between now and next Monday. We did the changeover to the new software at Animotions.com, and I’m…

  2. The Pink-Toothed Tart

    I know – no dimples, but (those who have never met me, anyway) seem to think I’m sweet and nice.
    Bastards. I’ll show them…Mwahahahaa….

  3. Dave J

    Any obstacle can be overcome: I have dimples and I still AM an evil genius, so there may be hope for you yet. :-p

  4. BAW

    You may be dimpled, Dave, but do people still pinch your cheeks?
    It’s humiliating, I tell you! I believe my only hope is to be an undercover evil genius; unfortunately, undercover evil geniuses tend not to be rich.
    Drat.

  5. Dave J

    The last time someone pinched my cheek, I had my lackeys (which all evil geniuses have) throw them in the pool to swim with the sharks with lasers on their heads. 😉

  6. Myria

    There are still a few options open, I should think —
    1) Manufacture your own “Mask O’ Doom” and always wear it when in public (matching super-powered suit with Ray O’ Death(tm) and renaming yourself “Doctor Doom” optional),
    2) Gain lots of weight until dimples filled in (this one apparently worked for Michael Moore).
    3) Go on long and arduous trek through the Himalayas to find the Lost Temple of Uncuteness, learn secret Technique of De-dimpling from monks. Stay long enough to learn the Glare O’ Death in case anyone should still try and pinch your cheeks.
    4) See evil surgeons on Skull Island and discuss experimental de-dimpling surgery. Also look into having laser eye installed, but be warned that evil surgeons like to take your money and then surgically turn you into a super-zombie for their own nefarious purposes.
    Myria