Three Fine Minds ( not to be confused with "Three Blind Mice") is a small - teeny, tiny - relatively new, female-owned company located in the San Fernando Valley in sunny southern California.
If you ask us, we're really wonderful people. Simply lovely. All one of us. We floss regularly, and dogs and old people seem to like us.
Yes, I am all Three Fine Minds. It sounded better to have three, rather than just one fine mind. Anyone can have just one. This way, I have two backup fine minds. It's like having two spare tires. Besides, I love the teamwork.
I originally came up with the idea of The Last Word Bish when I realized how many times in life you don't get the last word. The truth is you don't always get the opportunity to speak your mind. No matter what your rank or position in life is, no matter what sex - or lack thereof!
The Free Dictionary by Farlex gives the meaning as follows:
last word: noun
Fig. the fnal point (in an argument); the final decision (in some matter). (*Typically: get the last word or have the last word or give some one the last word.) As in, Why do you always have to have the last word in an argument?"
Let's be honest here. We all want the last word. Period. No matter how enlightened we imagine ourselves to be - and I imagine myself to be incredibly enlightened. It comes under the category of being human. To me, there's a certain amount of power - and even closure - associated with having the last word. When we're deprived of it - a condition commonly referred to as The Last Word-less-itis - it makes us upset and causes us to consume large quantities of food and beverages. Particularly peanut M&M's chased by diet coke. Just for example.
So, being a normal human being, I immediately thought of the middle finger. How great it would be to be able to send it to someone - even anonymously. Now, anyone who doesn't know me might find this shocking because at a quick glance, I could be the posture child for decorum (If my sister is reading this right now, she is shaking her head, "no", but she can just shut her piehole because nobody asked her.) I am, however, an avid-closet-middle-finger proponent, particularly of the "behind your back" variety or while safely ensconced within the confines of my car (God help me if any of these people ever recognize me.)