Yesterday was Administrative Professionals Day, the PC version of the utterless-useless-"holiday"-formerly-known-as-Secretaries' Day. While I was cruising along I-90 into school, I had the MIX 106.5's morning show on the radio, and they were having people call in with disgusting habits bosses have or dirty that administrative professionals had on their bosses.

Some of these things were both amusing and appalling. There were the predictable nose pickers (who leave remnants on the walls of people's cubicles) and farters (who necessitated all coworkers having large bowls of potpourri on their desks and around the office). Then there was the guy who stripped down to his boxers during a hot summer day last year when the buidling's A/C was out. Another man sent his secretary into the men's room to sniff for shit, because he has a very sensitive nose and doesn't like going in there if… Well, you get the idea. I don't know who I'm more horrified at: him for asking it or her for doing it. Oh yeah, I mustn't forget the fellow who when he gets pissed off on conference calls, gets up from his desk, pulls down his pants and underwear, and shakes his privates at the telephone.

However, it isn't the stories that I would like to write rant about here. It is the purpose of soliciting the tales of terror in the first place. Telling your story got you entered into a drawing for several Administrative Professionals Day prize packets. The contents of these packets: a $50 shoe store coupon, a collection of chick-flick DVDs, and a bunch of romance novels. They made sure to keep announcing the prizes over and over and over again too, and each time, I got a little angrier.

Before someone asks, no, not all the people who called in were women, a demographic that prize pack was so clearly aimed at in the most crass and cliched way imaginable. Do they not understand the horrible sexist and chauvinistic assumptions they are making by putting those particular prizes together (and they were put together by a guy at the station)? How could they not?

Are they truly that fucking clueless?

From: [identity profile] aprilkat.livejournal.com


Are they truly that fucking clueless?

1) Probably
2) They also probably are glad to elicit this kind of response from more thoughtful listeners. Radio stations are notorious for being tasteless in the service of provoking people.
3) The guy would probably feel pleased he annoyed.

Be that as it may, I hope that you called and blasted them with your righteous indignation; I hope everyone it offended did so. If people don't do that, the station can say that it was no big deal or deny there is a problem. And then it's just the lone "over-sensitive PC girl" they can dismiss. Hold them accountable! *raises fist in support*

However, I realize that you may just end up being aggravated by their response...


From: [identity profile] nesmith.livejournal.com


And not only that, what about the women out there who'd rather have seasons 7 and 8 of Stargate SG-1 or the Errol Flynn collection than any chick flick crap?

Take those DVDs and trade 'em in, I say.
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From: [identity profile] kitzen-kat.livejournal.com


Ooh yes. Or Andromeda seasons or Farscape (sigh). Chick flicks are OK in small doses but Errol Flynn would be more fun.

From: [identity profile] ithiliana.livejournal.com


Yes.

And I wonder what their "administrative assistants" would say about them if they would....
ext_7608: (wiggly stormtrooper)

From: [identity profile] kitzen-kat.livejournal.com


I pretended that this day isn't celebrated in Australia. It was the only way I could escape with my dignity intact. I hate doing administration. Loathe it. Loathe the creepy students who think I should kiss their collective arses because they are so OMG wonderful just because they're postgrads.

If I had heard of that particular prize, I think I would have driven to the radio station and done something fairly illegal with the items, probably involving orifices.
/rant

From: [identity profile] reindeergirl.livejournal.com


Yesterday I had a discussion with a friend about the ignorance of people who assume that ALL women want to have children and feel that their lives will not be complete unless they mother something. Complete disregard for those of us who were born without a maternal instinct, who just don't like dealing with children, whose career goals don't include strollers and soccer practice, or who were simply born to be solitary souls. On a much more material level, that contest was created by those same ignorant people.
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