So I told myself: listen, Cassandra. This time, be smart.
Forget oracles for the ruling class. So what if the Big Guys
won't listen to you? Times have changed. Go right to the viewing
audience. Direct marketing. Infomercials. Cable TV. Nowadays
a woman doesn't have to be pleasant or accommodating to be successful
at this game. Hell, look at Susan Powter. Write yourself a self-help
book and promote the bejesus out of it.
So I did. And here it is, my masterpiece: Forget Electra,
Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Wendy. This syndrome is old as the
hills of Troy, and worse for you, too. I've suffered from it
for several unspeakable millennia, and so have you, ladies. Suffered
from (holding up a book) "The Cassandra Complex".
Never heard of it? But you KNOW this baby, you know it to
the bone. This is the one where you tell it like it is, and they
ignore you because you're a woman, and then -- when it comes
true -- they either a) don't remember you predicted it or b)
blame you for it like you made it happen or c) call you a witch
and kick your ass. Yeah. The Cassandra Complex. The most dangerous
disease in the world. (CONTINUES )