Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Sorry for all the off-topic posts, but have you noticed how many hours of warm sunshine we've been getting in the Northeast lately? It's put me in an upbeat mood.
You've probably come across the recent flareup of "don't hire assholes," and "are you an asshole tests," etc. - and now, inevitably, there's the case for the upside of assholes.
Driving by some corporate signage near Front & Portland today, I was reminded that some people are really crafty, and really, really good at dealing with assholes. If you're a reader of Toronto Life, you might know that a quite revealing profile was written about a dashing fashion retailer, delving into his vanity, his personal affairs, and, well, his assholishness. The reporter had lots of info from a number of reliable sources, although a main one was arguably a disgruntled person.
Said a-hole and his entourage weren't going to take this lying down, of course, so they launched a letter-writing campaign to rally around the patriarch, defending his staunch yet stylish image. I guess the hope was that one of these letters would be printed, or the magazine might print a retraction, or some other hoped-for outcome. Whatever the outcome, it wouldn't have been to go back on the statement that the mogul had "eight children from at least six mothers," presumably a fact that had already been verified.
Nope, their "rally around" tactic backfired because the magazine's response was to let it flow freely, *in full*. In the Letters to the Editor section, *all* the letters were printed, like six long-winded, glowing letters (some of which of course had overlapping scripted material). Five of six had the same last name... as the guy they were defending.
Printing every single letter and letting readers decide was a brilliant way of shining even more light on the situation.
After running through that in my mind, waiting at the stoplight at King and Portland, my eyes lit upon a famous, tall, bald Condo King. Said King is impossible to miss, and he knows it. A light horn honk emitted from one of many passing vehicles. Condo King whipped around, unlike any of the other pedestrians, looking for all the world like he was expecting to be recognized. "Yes, it is truly I, the great Condo King!"
And now, back to work.
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