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Imnul mirelui
http://femeisisex.wordpress.com/2013/09/18/imnul-mirelui/
Incet incet ne mutam pe Wordpress. Toata lumea pe Wordpress.
Incet incet ne mutam pe Wordpress. Toata lumea pe Wordpress.
miercuri, 11 septembrie 2013
O lume minunata
Aflu si eu ca un prost ca Danemarca e tara cu cei mai
fericiti oameni. Pe aproape stau si Norvegia si Suedia.
“But
Miss Cunningham, who works in telesales, convinced doctors that having a flat
chest was causing her emotional distress. After funding was recommended by her
GP and approved by her local primary care trust, she had a £4,800 operation,
increasing the size of her breasts from 32A to 36DD.
She now says she has the ‘confidence’ to pursue her dream of topless modelling and hopes to emulate former Page 3 girl Katie Price, also known as Jordan.
The unmarried mother from Leeds plans to leave her children, Harley, five, and Frankie, two, with her parents while she chases her dream. She wrote on Twitter: ‘I have no regrets. My body is the start of my new life.”
“A
wannabe glamour model who was given a £4,800 boob job on the NHS now admits she
regrets her decision and wants them out – for free.
Josie Cunningham, 23, sparked outrage when she had her 32A bust boosted to a 36DD in March.
But just six months later, the mum-of-two claims the implants are too big and wants them made smaller – at the cost of the taxpayer.
Josie, from Leeds, begged the NHS for the operation because she was being bullied for being flat-chested.
But she now claims her new boobs are making her feel self-conscious and are stopping her finding modelling work.
Josie told Closer magazine: “They're making my working life difficult.”
Si tot recent am aflat ca nordicii vor sa taie din
ajutoarele sociale.
“Sistemul de protecție
socială al nordicilor, atât de invidiat, sucombă sub propria greutate.
Guvernele sunt acum în poziția de a reduce beneficiile,
pentru că această protecție a devenit prea costisitoare.”
Nici nu ma mira. Dupa cum am mai spus in postari anterioare,
atunci cand femeilor li se permite sa-si bage nasul unde nu se pricep,
dezastrul e iminent.
Tarile Scandinave (atat de laudate de amatori si
nepriceputi) sunt cel mai bun exemplu. Situatia relativ buna pe care inca
o au nu se datoreaza in niciun caz unei populatii deosebite ci mai degraba
vorbei din batrani “Prost sa fii noroc sa ai”. O regiune cu suficiente bogatii
(petrol, minereuri, paduri), o regiune mai degraba periferica, necalcata de tot
felul de invazii si razboaie distrugatoare, o populatie relativ mica si foarte omogena sunt ingrediente garantate
pentru un success fara dureri de cap. Si Burundi si Rwanda puteau ajunge la
acelasi nivel daca aveau norocul Suediei, Norvegiei si Danemarcei.
Si intrucat femeile din Scandinavia o duceau mult prea bine
(fara niciun merit), nu puteau decat sa-si bage coada si sa strice ce aveau
(fara niciun merit). Asa ca feminismul a gasit un loc propice pentru dezvoltare,
precum ramele in balegar. Pe langa
conditiile mai sus amintite, feminismul a avut si norocul sa dea peste cutumele
sociale traditionale scandinave, numite legile Jante.
Practic, legea Jante zice ca invidualismul e rau si
colectivismul e bun. Suna foarte hippy si la moda. Cu toate astea, desi invidualismul e atat de urat e cel care misca lumea.
Colectivismul nu aduce progres (vezi efectul Ringelmann). Se pare ca unii nu inteleg si nici nu vor sa invete din istorie.
Si de la atata lege Jante singurele contributii scandinave
au fost ABBA si multa dementa hipioata. Si-au deschis granitele si au
lasat inauntru toti mortii de foame din tari de lumea a V-a care acuma le mulg
sistemul si ii lasa fara bani. Au bagat tot felul de legi care pun (cu forta) femeile in
pozitii de putere atat in domeniul public cat si in cel privat.
Au dat tot felul de privilegii minoritatilor de orice fel
(sexuale, etnice, religiose). Dar oamenii cu minte la cap stiu ca orice
minoritate va abuza de privilegiile primite, transformandu-se intr-o dictatura protejata de lege. Si toate astea costa bani oricate bogatii ai avea.
Nu e de mirare ca taxele si impozitele acolo sunt la nivele stratosferice. Isi fura caciula singuri.
Asa ca mai devreme sau mai tarziu dezastrul va fi iminent si
nu vor mai putea remedia nimica (cand cancerul e depistat, de cele mai multe
ori e prea tarziu sa mai faci ceva).
Pana atunci (si nu va mai dura mult) sunt fericiti. Pentru
ca atat ii duce capul. Traiesc un lumea lor plina cu unicorni, in timp ce
sangereaza de moarte. Scandinavia e un fel de Corea de Nord. Si aia cred ca
sunt cei mai fericiti din lume. Ca atat le poate mintea. Sau poate ca numai
asta li se permite sa creada.
Si nu departe de tarile scandinave, un alt exemplu de
dezastru socio-politic de stanga e Marea Britanie. Si aici e trist de tot
pentru ca astia au picat de sus. Daca pe scandinavi capul nu i-a dus la prea
multe, contributiile britanice sunt dincole de orice discutie. Cu atat mai
trista situatia actuala. Marea Britanie e acuma tara cu cele mai scarboase si urate
bagaboante din lume. Problema e cand acestor bagaboante li se ofera totul in detrimentul
fraierilor care mai muncesc si-si platesc taxele.
Avem aici o iapa cu 11 puradei (viitori “genii” si “femei de
calitate”) carora nu le mai ajunge cele doua case primite de-a moaca pe banii
fraierilor si acuma vor mult mai mult!!!
Iar aici avem o bagaboanta si mamica “model” care credea ca
daca isi va mari tatele va ajunge un mare model. A primit 4800 Lire Sterline
pentru implant in detrimentul un baietel invalid care avea nevoie de bani
pentru operatie.
She now says she has the ‘confidence’ to pursue her dream of topless modelling and hopes to emulate former Page 3 girl Katie Price, also known as Jordan.
The unmarried mother from Leeds plans to leave her children, Harley, five, and Frankie, two, with her parents while she chases her dream. She wrote on Twitter: ‘I have no regrets. My body is the start of my new life.”
Iar dupa ce si-a pus implantul, bagaboanta penala cu fata de
clown se plange ca tatele sunt prea mari si acuma vrea sa le reduca, tot pe
banii fraierilor de contribuabili.
Josie Cunningham, 23, sparked outrage when she had her 32A bust boosted to a 36DD in March.
But just six months later, the mum-of-two claims the implants are too big and wants them made smaller – at the cost of the taxpayer.
Josie, from Leeds, begged the NHS for the operation because she was being bullied for being flat-chested.
But she now claims her new boobs are making her feel self-conscious and are stopping her finding modelling work.
Josie told Closer magazine: “They're making my working life difficult.”
Sa traiasca social-democratia si feminismul! Vagina uber alles!
Viitorul nu e roz dar barbatii isteti se vor adapta si vor
observa ca societatea actuala recompenseaza iresponsabilitatea si parazitismul.
Si vor stii ce au de facut. Iar aia fraieri vor fi ca pana acuma. Si vor plati cu
varf si indesat. In plus, istetii vor observa ca vor avea mult mai mult succes la
femei cu cat le vor respecta mai putin, in ciuda faptului ca li se va cere (de
catre societate) sa le respecte mai mult. Da, e paradoxal dar si femeile sunt
paradoxale.
Pst! Nu mai spuneti nimanui! Nu stiti de la mine!
joi, 18 iulie 2013
Al Bundy is here!
Doamnelor si domnilor, baieti de baieti si pitipoance, cititori si trolli, cu multa placere avem onoarea sa va prezentam un nou colaborator. Invitatul si noul nostru colaborator este
foarte cool
P.S.
foarte cool
foarte intelept in general
si foarte intelept in particular despre femei
Asa ca va rugam, un calduros rand de aplauze la aterizarea noului nostru colaborator Al "The Legend" Bundy
P.S.
In postarea urmatoare vom discuta mai pe larg despre concursul de Mister propus anterior
sâmbătă, 6 iulie 2013
Concurs de Mister
Ok. Sa facem noi un concurs de Mister. Toate reprezentantele sexului frumos sunt invitate. Chiar si platele. Aveti 6 concurenti. Faceti fiecare un clasament de la 1 la 6. Concurentii, in ordinea alfabetica (de sus in jos) sunt AB, AH, CS, DK, DT si TM. Locul intai primeste 6 puncte, ultimul loc un punct. Se vor cumula punctele de la fiecare membru al juriului. Bagati mare! Sa inceapa dementa!
joi, 4 iulie 2013
marți, 11 iunie 2013
sâmbătă, 20 aprilie 2013
Apocalipsa (dupa Femei)
Si daca tot aminteam in postarea
anterioara de vremuri apocaliptice e cazul sa continuam. Intr-un articol din
DailyMail de acu’ cativa ani o cucoana care a crezut ca e la fel de tare ca
Magellan sau Ghenghis Han isi povesteste tragedia. Se gandise ea ca ar fi fost
mult mai cool si mai eficient sa-si faca o companie cu angajati 100% femei. Numai
ca din pacate pentru ea si ideile ei SF iadul a coborat pe pamant. Intrucat
articolul a fost prea hilar am zis sa-l copiez in intregime, paragraf cu paragraf
(in italice) si sa comentez (rautacios, cum altfel?). E lung dar merita.
Over
in one corner sat Alice, a strong-minded 27-year-old who always said what she
thought, regardless of how much it might hurt someone else. In the other corner
was Sarah, a thirtysomething high-flier who would stand up for herself
momentarily - then burst into tears and run for the ladies.
Nu stiu cine e Sara asta dar parca
mi-o imaginez. Fitoasa, fandosita si cu aere de femeie “independenta”. Miss CEO
de toalete.
Their simmering fight lasted hours, egged on by spectators taking sides and fuelling the anger. Sometimes other girls would join in, either heckling aggressively or huddling defensively in the toilets. It might sound like a scene from a tawdry reality show such as Big Brother, but the truth is a little more prosaic: it was just a normal morning in my office.
Ouch.
Si sa mai zica lumea ca femeile nu sunt calme, impartiale, sigure de sine.
The venomous women were supposedly the talented employees I had headhunted to achieve my utopian dream - a female- only company with happy, harmonious workers benefiting from an absence of men.
Deci
viperele astea erau mari profesioniste in domeniu?
It was an idealistic vision swiftly shattered by the nightmare reality: constant bitchiness, surging hormones, unchecked emotion, attention-seeking and fashion rivalry so fierce it tore my staff apart.
Vai ce urat vorbeste femeia asta. Si mai zice lumea ca eu sunt misogin.
When I read the other day that Sienna Miller had said there
was no such thing as 'the Sisterhood', I knew what she meant.
Sisterhood-ul exista. Pentru
fraierit barbatii.
I can understand why people want to believe that women look
out for each other - because with men in power at work and in politics, it
makes sense for us to stick together.
Femeile totusi au grija una de alta.
Stau cu ochii una pe alta ca pe butelie. Ca sa nu-si fure barbatii una alteia.
Haha!
In fact, there was a time when I believed in the Sisterhood
- but that was before women at war led to my emotional and financial ruin.
Acuma va trebui sa-si gasesti un
barbat (ca altele) sa aiba grija de tine. Bravo Pointdexter.
Five years ago, I was working as a TV executive producer
making shows for top channels such as MTV, and based in Los Angeles. It sounds
like a dream job and it could have been - if I'd been male.
Ok. Acuma incepe de fapt povestirea.
Aflam ca eroina noastra credea ca daca esti barbat totul e roz.
Working in TV is notoriously difficult for women. There is a
powerful old boys' network, robust glass ceiling and the majority of bosses are
misogynistic males.
Orice e dificil pentru o femeie. De
asta si stau 15 minute sa aleaga o amarata de conserva dintr-un supermarket. Si
dai iarasi ca femeile nu-si pot atinge potentialul din cauza barbatilor.
Gradually, what had started out as a daydream - wouldn't it
be great if there were no men where I worked? - turned into an exciting concept.
I decided to create the first all-female production company where smart,
intelligent, career-orientated women could work harmoniously, free from the
bravado of the opposite sex.
Da. O companie cu femei inteligente,
istete, harnice, care coopereaza armonios si fara sa fie disturbate de barbati.
Si eu vreau sa inventez inghetata fierbinte.
In hindsight, I should have learned the lessons of my past -
at my mixed secondary school I was bullied by a gang of nasty, name-calling
girls, so I knew only too well how nasty groups of women could become.
Hai tu. Nu fii rea! Ca fetele nu e
chiar asa. Fetele e de treaba si nu au gura spurcata.
And working in TV, I'd met lots of super-competitive
'door-slammers' who'd do anything to get to the top. But I told myself that,
with the right women, work could be wonderful.
Si eu tot caut femeia potrivita.
Prin anul 2534 sigur o gasesc.
So, in April 2005, I left my job, remortgaged my house -
freeing up close to £100,000 - and began paying myself just £700 a month to set
up this utopian business. Having worked extremely hard for 12 years, I had lots
of experience and a good reputation. What could go wrong?
I hired a team of seven staff and set up an office in Richmond upon Thames, Surrey. While the women I interviewed claimed to be enthused by the idea, they still insisted on high salaries. Fair enough, I thought at the time - they are professionals, and I knew most of them were talented and conscientious because I'd worked with them before.
Deci toate feministele astea nu au vrut sa lucreze pe veresie in utopia asta a ta? Vroiau bani gramada? Nu imi vine sa cred. E o minciuna va zic!
But within a week, two cliques had developed: those who had
worked together before and those who were producing 'new ideas'.
Idei noi? Adica cum sa barfesti
barbatii si mai ales alte femei?
Most days would bring a pointed moment when some people were
invited out for lunch or a coffee break - and some weren't. Nothing explicit
was ever said; the cutting rejection was obvious enough.
Femeile lucreaza foarte bine intr-un
team. Esti rautacioasa. Asa dintr-un lovitura pot enumura team-uri de femei
care au realizat ceva. Alea care au ajuns pe Saturn, alea care au inventat
tratamentul anti-cancer, alea care au eradicat poluarea interplanetara, alea
care...
Even when we all went to the pub after work, strict
divisions remained, made clear according to who sat where around the table and
who would be civil - or not - to whom.
Fashion was a great divider, though in this battlefield
everyone was on their own. Hideously stereotypical and shallow as it sounds,
clothes were a huge source of catty comments, from sly remarks about people
looking over-dressed to the merits of their fake tan application.
Moda? Numai pitoapoancele se cearta
din cauza modei. Femeile serioase si de cariera nu. Asa mi s-a spus.
I always felt sorry for anyone who naively showed off a new
purchase in the office, because everyone would coo appreciatively to their face
- then harshly criticise them as soon as they were out of earshot. This
happened without exception.
My deputy, Sarah, the general manager, first showed how much style mattered when she advertised for an office assistant and refused to hire the best-qualified girl because she could not distinguish Missoni from Marc Jacobs. This girl would have been making tea and running errands. But I didn't challenge the decision not to hire her because I had a policy of picking my battles carefully.
Pft! Nici nu e de mirare ca nu au angajata pe aia. Orice toapa stie diferenta dintre Missoni si Marc Jacobs. Missoni era corabia lui Vasco da Gama si Marc Jacobs era corabia lui Bartolomeo Diaz.
The office was like a Milan catwalk, but with the
competitiveness of a Miss World contest - and the low cunning of a
mud-wrestling bout.
Compania asta arata tot mai mult ca
un club intr-o seara de Girls’ Night Out.
A fashion spat ended one friendship when Sarah and our young
development researcher received the same surprise Christmas gift - a Chloe
Paddington bag worth £900.
O sacosa pe care scrie Chloe Paddington si costa 900 Lire
Sterline? Oare cine o fi fost mutalaul care a dat banetu’ asta pentru asa ceva?
When they clocked the matching bags in the office, it was
like pistols at dawn. They forced a few compliments, but relations never
recovered, to the expense of my company.
Hai ca supararile intre fete nu tin
asa de mult cum zici tu. In maxim 24 ore sunt iarasi BFF (Best Friends
Forever).
Another time, when two members of staff bought the same
jeans, one proclaimed: 'They'll look better on me, because I'm a size eight and
she's a ten.'
Sa nu se mai certe degeaba. Vin eu
si lamuresc disputa. Au tate mari?
It didn't take long for the office to become divided between
the girls who wore make-up and those who didn't. Comments from the former were
typically 'Doesn't she know what spot cover-up is?' or 'Has she ever met a
hairbrush?', while the no-make-up clan were equally biting, with comments -
behind their backs, naturally - such as 'People on the morning bus must think
she's a prostitute'; or 'She looks like a slapper'.
Prostituatele nu merg cu autobuzul.
Pana si centuristele au masina. Sau macar le aduce pestele cu masina.
The obsession with appearance meant nearly all the staff
were on diets. If I bought a tuna mayonnaise baguette for lunch, I would
overhear staff commenting that I was pig - I'm a size 12.
Fizicul nu conteaza ci doar
personalitatea si pregatirea profesionala. Cu astea mi-a impuiat capul si
maica-mea. Oare sa fii gresit?
Two of the skinny girls often snidely said about the largest
girl: 'I'd kill myself if I got that fat.' One of the assistants got her own
back on the food police for several weeks by pretending to buy them fat-free
lattes. . . which were really full-fat.
Hahahaha. Dragutele de ele. Ce dulci
sunt. La propriu si la figurat.
Employees considered it acceptable to take time off for
beauty treatments - and not out of their holiday allowance. One girl regularly
came in late because she was getting her hair coloured, and when I mentioned
this she blew up in outrage. Though at least she had a reason; most just turned
up late regardless, and huffed 'That's the time my train gets in' if I pointed
at the clock.
Lasa ca si pe asta o ia careva de
nevasta.
In hindsight, I can see I should have been more strict. My
idealism was my downfall because I tried to see the best in people - I was
convinced they would behave as they were treated, so I treated everyone kindly.
Aha. Da-i unei femei un deget si iti
scoate si rinichii din tine.
If I'd have been more cynical, I would have been more successful.
Nu esti destula de cinica? Stai sa treci de 35 ani si fara barbat sa vezi atunci ce cinica o sa fii.
I was often out trying to win contracts, but back at the
office, work was an afterthought. It came second to conversations about
shopping, boyfriends and diets - oh, and spiteful comments from my two
development researchers, who were sharpening their acrylic nails against
another staff member, Natasha.
Femeile de cariera nu barfesc despre
shopping, barbati si diete. Tu chiar nu vrei sa intelegi? Traiesti in Evul
Mediu?
Six months after the company's inception, tensions spilled
over when one of the researchers took Natasha's laptop and refused to return
it. That day I was forced to cancel my meetings and return to the office to
patch up relations.
Cu siguranta Natasha oricum nu a dat
ea bani pe laptop. Vreun “cavaler” i l-o fi luat.
Though Sarah, my general manager, was present, she refused
to get involved because she didn't want to be the 'bad cop'.
Asa e. Sunt de acord. Femeile sunt
intotdeauna de treaba. Pe fata.
Despite being in charge, she was scared at the prospect of
being bitched about - it was as though, in a women-only environment, staff were
unable to keep their defined roles.
Soon, arguments became a daily occurrence. It would start
with snide comments between two people then, as others joined in, emotion and
anger would grow until an eruption - shouting, screaming, swearing - which
always left someone in tears.
Prin lacrimi femeile isi exprima
superioritatea fata de barbati. Si independenta. Si taria de character. Si darzenia.
Si tenacitatea. Si...
Then the friends of the woman who was upset would follow her
to console her, leaving one group in the office and another group in the
ladies. Both would then bitch unreservedly about each other - and do absolutely
no work.
Tu chiar le-ai angajat sa lucreze?
Tirano! Exploatatoareo! Capitalisto! Esti la fel de cruda ca barbatii care se
insoara asteptand ca nevestele sa contribuie cu ceva. Va meritati soarta!
It reached the point that I even wrote a handbook for staff
on how to be nice to each other. The advice centred on being respectful to
everyone and treating people equally - taking phone messages properly whether
the call was for me or a junior.
Nici nu ma mir ca angajatele tale nu
au respect fata de tine. Auzi, sa le faca ea reguli. Da’ ce, e o plantatie?
Traim in secolul 21! S-au terminat vremurile alea cand femeile luau ordine.
GIRL POWER!
I also said there should be no more criticising or
whispering in the office. But although when people read it they said they loved
the idea, it made no difference.
Legea lui Redfire loveste din nou.
Femeile una zic si alta fac.
Many of the women were aggressive or defensive, or both. The
most aggressive masked a host of insecurities with their outgoing nature, while
the defensive ones opened up only when provoked.
Pune-le un plastic pe gura si
leaga-le de pat. Dezbracate. Da sa fie bunoace. Pe naspete arunca-le la ghena.
The worst type I encountered, however, was the 'passive
aggressive-She doesn't seem mean, but is the worst of the pack, ruthlessly
bringing you down in such a sweet and unassuming manner that you don't realise
what she's done until long after the event.
Pasiv-agresiva? Adica 90% din femei?
De tipul asta vorbesti?
She conceals her bitchy words in flowery phrases - one of my staff told another sweetly: 'I don't mean to be a bitch, but I just can't bear to be in the same room and breathe the same air as you right now.'
In bucatarie mirosul e mult mai placut. Nu e mai bine acolo?
But the biggest force wasn't personality type, it was
hormones. When one woman started having IVF, she unleashed her rage without
warning and without apology.
Hormoni? Ce hormoni tata? Nu exista hormoni.
Astea sunt inventii ale patriarhatului opresor. Pana si Marx a zis asta. Sau
Lenin.
At 'that time of the month' - which in an office staffed
only by women meant someone was always at that point - any bad mood was swiftly
passed on to the rest of team as if by osmosis.
Adica ce insinuezi? Ca femeile
strica cheful celor din jur si ca sunt niste dezastre ambulante in perioada
aceea a lunii? Dar inainte? Dar dupa? Nu poti face asa generalizari. Parol!
Hormones came second as an excuse for absence and bad temper
only to love life problems. When one woman split up with her boyfriend, I was
told in no uncertain terms by her that I must 'be super-understanding and
sensitive towards her at work' - in an email she sent me. A true drama queen,
her tears went on for a week.
Femeile nu-si aduc problemele
personale la servici. Ele sunt angajate model. Mai ales daca si arata ca
modelele.
Naturally, her enemies in the office delighted in her broken
heart.
Vrajeli. Femeile sunt compasionale
si inteleg mai bine ca oricine suferinta.
Another girl, juggling two relationships at once, frequently
primed everyone in the office about what to say to whom whenever either of the
men called the office.
Doua relatii de care stii tu! Cine
stie cate altele o avea de care nu stii.
Another woman had a voracious sexual appetite and, in a
female-only environment, saw nothing wrong with screeching across the open-plan
room details of her marathon sex sessions. I received frequent complaints about
her crude language.
Numai barbatii sunt obsedati de sex
si vorbesc tot timpul de sex. Femeile sunt flori delicate, pline de delicatete
si romantism.
I can still remember the name of all of my staff's partners
and their affairs because it interfered with our work so often.
Erezie!
Professionally, however, the company was somehow thriving.
Uneori exista si noroc. Chiar de
multe ori.
We secured two programme commissions, one with ITV and a
series with Living TV, so could afford new offices in West London.
Le-ati primit din bani publici sau
donatii de la vreun bogatan care nu avea ce face cu bani. Cu siguranta.
But this brought another explosion from Sarah when she paid
out for a parking permit while another girl was given a free space by the
building's landlord.
Vezi daca Sarah era plata si ailalata era tatoasa?
During a massive row, Sarah said the girl had over-stepped
her rank, while the girl told her it was just 'tough'. They never spoke again.
Hell hath no fury like a woman
scorned! Oare unde am mai auzit asta? Ah, a fost Neil Armostrong cand a pasit
pe luna.
The effect a lack of testosterone was having in our office
was even more apparent when I temporarily hired two male directors to work on a
series (camera operators are usually men because of the heavy equipment). The
team suddenly became quieter, more hard-working and less bitchy - partly
because they were too busy flirting.
Surprize surprize! Femeile isi
schimba comportamentul NORMAL cand sunt barbati in jur.
Two girls openly went after one director, even though he had
a live-in girlfriend - his partner didn't stand a chance against their
relentless flirting, and was dumped when one of them won his affections.
Deci femeile adora sa strice relatii?
Gurile rele spun si ca dupa asta femeile in cauza abandoneaza barbatii “cuceriti”.
Dar eu nu cred. Sunt superstitii.
When we had meetings with men, staff turned ferocious, each
out to prove that they were the sexiest in the room. With a male commissioner
at Channel 4, one employee said 'Watch this!', then stuck her hand down her bra
and tweaked her nipples. The man and I were speechless.
Repetati in cor. FEMEILE NU AU
NEVOIE DE BARBATI! De 10 ori. Encore. Encore.
In this climate, I didn't dare employ any men because of the
distraction and - even worse! - catfights they created. I hate how much that
sounds like stereotyping, but I'm afraid it's what I found to be true.
Angajeaza atunci gays!
And while I stand by my initial reason for excluding male
employees - because they have an easy ride in TV - if I were to do it again,
I'd definitely employ men. In fact, I'd probably employ only men.
Oh. The horror! The horror. Ce
sexist suna. Tradatoareo!
Making close to half a million in our first year should have
meant profit, but this was wiped out by high salaries and accounting errors by
staff. Then, when we began having cash-flow problems, Sarah signed herself off
sick with stress for a month. She also confessed she'd been dodging calls from
people who were due payment, thus ruining my firm's reputation.
Femeile costa bani multi?
Descoperirea asta merita un premiu Nobel. Absolut genial!
By then I was back and forth on a plane between Britain and
the U.S. dealing with fractious staff in London and barmy LA producers.
My general manager was nowhere to be found, bills hadn't
been paid and the tension in the office was palpable.
Ti-am vazut eu manageru’ general.
Era intr-o buda publica in genunchi. Cica era intr-un business meeting cu ceva
investitor din Dubai.
To pump extra cash into the business, I sold both my cars,
but it was too late and we went bankrupt in March 2007, less than two years
after I'd formed the company.
Cu siguranta a fost vina statului ca
nu te-a sprijinit destul. Sa marim taxele celor care produc si sa le re-distribuim
pentru marirea ajutoarelor catre femei. Papillon for President!
Though I will not absolve myself of all guilt, I believe the
business was ruined by the destructive jealousy and in-fighting of an allfemale
staff. Their selfishness and insecurities led to my company's demise. When I
needed the socalled 'Sisterhood', believe me, it just wasn't there.
Stai linistita. Nu e vina ta. Nici a
lor. Dupa cum ziceam e vina statului si a barbatilor care nu fac destul pentru
femei. Papillon for President!
• INTERVIEW: LAURA TOPHAM. Some
names have been changed.
Cam asta e tot.
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