Project NOPE

Turns out, my project partner in my Advanced Social Media Communications class is a total whacko! Which would be great if he wasn’t my partner. In a project. For a class. At a school. That I pay out the ass to attend.

We have to write a pitch letter proposing a communications campaign for a company’s initiative. Partner guy says he’s got a great idea for what company - Harley-Davidson. I agree, because I don’t yet know he’s crazy. 

So at first, Partner guy is extra awesome because he picked the company and offered to write our opening paragraph. It has to be something special, to grab the reader’s attention, and make them want to read more. 

So this motherfucker writes...

"Bitches hate riding bitch. You know this. And it’s about time we give them what they want. Because when the bitches ain’t happy; ain’t no body happy." 

Yep - bitches hate riding bitch. That’s his special, attention-grabbing open to a pitch letter trying to sway Harley-Davidson to sponsor a women’s health campaign with the Susan G. Komen Foundation (aka ‘Bitches for a Cure - Holla Suzie G’).

I could almost appreciate its delightful awkwardness, except I’ll be graded on this too. I don’t even know where to start with this guy. There’s so much nope going on. So, so much of the nope!

I busted my ass, held a 4.0 for 4 years, took the LSAT, and the GRE, all to get into a top tier grad school and this is the asshole I get partnered with right out of the gate?!

Dayuum irony, you ironic.