Larissa
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the ricebowl journals

24 October 2005

Glass ceiling

Oh the drama of advertising, you've gotta love it.

Neil French's comments and subsequent resignation has caused quite a stir in the advertising fraternity and quite rightly so. A countless number of women have worked incredbily hard to break the exlcusive 'boys only club' perception of advertising, I find it deeply offensive that someone who is so influential, respected and visible in the industry could say something so misogynistic.

17 October 2005

Losing the plot

There is a game where everybody gets blindfolded and people are assigned a farm animal.

Some are pigs, some are cows, some are sheep, some are roosters, some are dogs, some are horses.

The object of the game is to find the others in the game by only by making the sound of your animal. And, of course, listening for other like animal sounds. So, you "moo, moooooOOOoo" while bumping into people and moving about the room. When you hear another "moo", you hold on to that fellow cow and continue on in search of the other cows.

Life is much like this game.

You go about your life bumping into people and moving about. When you bump into another denizen of the world and they say: "Watch it, asshole" that can be heard as a hearty "OINK! Oink!" so, you back away and go on. When you bump to another and that person says: "Whoa, I'm sorry dude. Are you ok?" that is the soothing sound of "MooooooOOOOOOOooo."

In other news, after watching Serenity I want to have Joss Whedon's baby's. He is the MASTER.