Don't Forget What's Important Fellow Whores....

So, let's take it outside of the office, shall we? Our kind of prostitution happens in every corner of the earth. Today's message is a bit more critical than my prior posts: don't ever forget who you are or where you came from. This is a dangerous path. I'll use our friend Liza as an example. According to a fellow corporate whore, she recently booked a concert in Atlanta, GA -- at Chastain Park -- a small, neighborhood venue that's known for presenting icons, like Liza Mannelli, to their niche audiences. In this case, her most loyal followers are "the gays." Well, the day of her performance she cancelled because of knee surgery. Hmmm. I won't speculate about her surgery or her real medical conditions....but it is funny to me that she had no problem slinging herself around on the stage in Sex in the City 2 for her bizarre performance of Single Ladies (put a ring on it)...not to mention the new clothing line on HSN...yet she could not roll herself out onto the stage at a sleepy southern venue for her biggest fans?

The troubling thing is that she ditched her boys -- those that quite possibly have helped her remain relevant, despite all of her issues over the years. This scenario could apply in any profession. Whether you're a fast track executive, an aging diva or a working class corporate whore, don't forget where your bread is buttered and who helped you get where you are. If and when this happens you face leaving your corporate whore behind in exchange for a full blown street prostitute with no family, friends, followers or fans. Always keep your "whore" in check! And last but not least, don't ever fuck with the gays!

Oh, by the way, if your schedule allows, check out the YouTube video of that Single Ladies performance. It's worth a gander and it will reinforce my lesson.

Until next time...

Nipples in the Workplace?

I just have one question: what do you do when one of the most senior, female executives in your company has a habit of showing up to meetings, presentations or lunch with HUGE, unrestrained, erect nipples poking through her clothing? So much that folks talk about it and are so distracted that they don't ever remember what she said. I'd love to hear how you savvy people have handled this in a way that is constructive, yet does not screw with your ability to stay employed and climb that steep corporate ladder. I say go to (http://www.johnlewis.com/) to the "underwear solutions" section and purchase some silicone nipple covers (better known as "petal tops"), slip them in an inter-office envelope and send them to her office anonymously....