In a stunning rebuttal to everything that the right has ever said about them, femiloons have called for ambitious young women to shun Corporate Britannia and start their own businesses.
I keed, I keed!
As if that was ever going to happen! No, the usual suspects have decided to try and use the power of the state to mau mau real businesses into hiring them for Director of Eqwality Krap non-jobs....
...all of which proves, in and off itself, that men are better than women. We might believe some stupid stuff, but at least men in, say, Liverpool aren't daft enough to believe that forcing BigBiz PLC to put Paul McCartney on their board is going to make the slightest difference to their lives.
But, hey, it's like Harriet Harperson never went away!
Actually, scratch that. At least the switch from feminist hag to snivelling girly man has bought a certain clarity to the process:
Still, you have to say he does sum up the essential thuggery of the feminist movement perfectly. There's no pretence that it's anything other than a shakedown. It's the exact analogue to business in the Third World where you need to choose the President for Life's brother-in-law as your preferred supplier before you'll get a foot in the door.
Hell, given recent events, companies could end up moving to take advantage of the cleaner business environment in Tripoli.
But that's not the best bit - look who's chief cheerleader for this:
But it's OK. It turns out that it was the fault of the regulators that Superfemiloon dropped £14 million on a guy whose empire was audited by a tiny firm from the sticks.
Hey, if Lord Mangina gets his way, looks like we'll all be getting the benefits of that kind of leadership.
I keed, I keed!
As if that was ever going to happen! No, the usual suspects have decided to try and use the power of the state to mau mau real businesses into hiring them for Director of Eqwality Krap non-jobs....
...all of which proves, in and off itself, that men are better than women. We might believe some stupid stuff, but at least men in, say, Liverpool aren't daft enough to believe that forcing BigBiz PLC to put Paul McCartney on their board is going to make the slightest difference to their lives.
But, hey, it's like Harriet Harperson never went away!
Actually, scratch that. At least the switch from feminist hag to snivelling girly man has bought a certain clarity to the process:
Lord Davies, a former boss at Standard Chartered, said recently: ‘If companies don’t take a radical change in attitude, and hire more women at the top, then we will have to introduce quotas.'Wait, I thought the finance industry was meant to be evil?
He is expected to announce that shareholders and headhunters will be expected to abide by a new code of conduct to look for more women on their boards.
Still, you have to say he does sum up the essential thuggery of the feminist movement perfectly. There's no pretence that it's anything other than a shakedown. It's the exact analogue to business in the Third World where you need to choose the President for Life's brother-in-law as your preferred supplier before you'll get a foot in the door.
Hell, given recent events, companies could end up moving to take advantage of the cleaner business environment in Tripoli.
But that's not the best bit - look who's chief cheerleader for this:
City ‘superwoman’ Nicola Horlick yesterday heaped pressure on the Government by coming out in favour of quotas.....Yes, that Nicola Horlick!
‘I am not a feminist and, as I say, I believe in meritocracy, but sometimes you have to create rules initially in order to give certain sections of society a chance.’
But it's OK. It turns out that it was the fault of the regulators that Superfemiloon dropped £14 million on a guy whose empire was audited by a tiny firm from the sticks.
Hey, if Lord Mangina gets his way, looks like we'll all be getting the benefits of that kind of leadership.
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