Service Dog wrote:rayshul wrote:Service Dog I'ma be real pissed if you don't write your memoirs ...
I've heard of this girlboss thing... it feels like a little cult. The one I've been to - like a women's group for business shit - had that feel to it as well. I work with a lot of professional ladies who do their job and I encounter a lot who are women who wanna be part of that kind of thing. I feel like it's sort of like picking on these people who maybe don't have the stuff to go further in their career.
The GirIboss Rally was yesterday. The venue was decorated to be Instagram-able, for attendee selfies.
Lots of neon signs & posters with slogans in edgy, pipe-laying typography.
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$700 VIPs had a party last night, sponsored by Cadillac, in a fancy Cadillac showroom, with drinks, dj, food & Cadillacs to sit-in. VIP morning was a group breakfast with girlboss Sophie, highly sponsored from the fancy juice to the fancy coffee to the fancy catering company.
The first arrivals of the $450 general admission crowd, seemed to be youngest and/or less-sophisticated wannabe girlbosses-- like a female comiccon where too-young girls dress like Sex & the City instead of pudgy guys dressed as superheroes. They stood in line on the first near-freezing day of fall, in too-tall stilettos & too-short knock-offs of Diana Von Furstenburg wrap dresses.
Sophie took the 90's Oprah-set lookin' stage & greeted the 600+ paying customers. Her look bordered on being a cartoon-- of a severe business ballbuster. A dyed, straightened sharply-cropped bob, TV-host make-up, a pointy grey suit with the armpits suggestively tailored to be 'crotch-less', melania-trump shoes. She began with a cringey recitation of all her achievements & accolades, "Forbes top 100" this "x-million dollars valuation" that, NYTimes best seller list, netflix tv show based on her life, a period of so many champagne toasts honoring her, that she didn't even know which event she was at...
...but she quickly shifted to the empty frustration of it all... such-as adopting a succession of 3 poodles with her boyfriend of 5 years. A certain type of critic would have a field day mocking her attempt to substitute dog-mom with a boyfriend-- for actual wife & mother role.
Eventually, she bought-herself a wedding ring, gave it to the boyfriend, & demanded 'surprise me'... prompting him to fleeeeee the scene. I don't know where this fits on the timelines of business cinderella/ bankruptcy & scandal/ autobiography/ instagram fame, etc.
But Act 3 is soul-searching with candles & crystals & medicine-women, and a messianic return. She made reference to her fame being based on the version of herself from 15 years earlier... which struck me as a swerve to the crowd attending as fans of that-person. Imagine wanting to have what that person has, paying for the secret to that success/ then being told 'fuck that, i don't give a shit about that anymore'. Like when your favorite scrappy rock band switches to disco or synths or broadway rock-opera.
Shifting from the personal to the grand designs of the movement she now envisions, she admitted to being a straight white woman by saluting the rise of women who don't 'love like me, pray like me, or look like me'... but that majestic phrase ended with another image, which made me gasp-- she said those who aren't on board with the progressive program are like "filth" which will be squeegeed off the nation, like a dirty windshield. Holy fucking hate rally! She gave a shout out to muslims. So did the 2nd speaker. And the 3rd one I listened to. Later there was a diversity panel with some woman in a chador headwrap. And an enormously fat women in sheer fabric & tattooes -- circus attraction chic.
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One security guy is studing finance at NYU. He was stationed near the stage during the business talk & could barely contain himself at the whopper statistics being cited. One was about how women outperform men by 64%, in crowdfunding of business... which was interpreted as women being 64% more profitable in business. Funny how e-begging was conflated with producing profit.
As the sun went-down, a best-selling pro-infidelity author spoke about sex, repeating vintage Ms. Magazine ideas, like the missionary position being bad/ and woman riding horsey on-top being inherently preferable, with a Dr. Ruth Westheimer accent.
After the sex talk, was the get-drunk part. One sponsor was "Women and Whiskey", the blurb to-which was about educating women about whiskey so it wouldn't be just a guy thing to drink... reminiscent of Edward Bernays infamous stunt-- of getting women hooked on cigarettes by staging feminist leaders to smoke during a 1920's feminist march.
Another security guy noted the double-s in girlboSS looks very third reich, in the heavy metal band fonts on the posters. His eyes bugged when a young chinese girl said the most valuable thing she learned was to ignore people who said she's "delusional", because you have to be "delusional" to succeed. She gushed about the cosmic power of universe bringing us together, thru coincidences & such. The guard waited for her to stop talking, then pretended to have some urgent duty, to escape. She was nice... I worry for her future.
The crowd was motivated to leave the building by releasing their giftbags from a separate building, across the street.
As per Skepticon, and other feminist events, ALL the male restroom doors were covered-over with all "all genders bathroom" sign, while the Women's restrooms remained exclusively segregated with a "W". Presumably for Women Only. Surely not for "Whites Only", right? The male electricians, lighting riggers, video crew, security guards, janitors, fire marshals, carpenters, caterers, bartenders, & stagehands... were uncomfortable with the shitting arrangements. A polite black guy attempted to knock on the door of a 3-stall all-gender shitter-- before entering. The women inside didn't give him the courtesy of saying they were inside, nor did they knock before coming-in, of course.
When the event ended & the crowd cleared; a white dude striking the set-- tore the mixgender sign off a men's room door-- and whooped "Free At Last, Free At Last!!!" The black guys in the sound booth cheered. A white guy tore the pink laminated credential on a tiny chrome chain from his neck... & said "the chain is off!" An old rasta pulling electrical cables on the floor literally sang a spiritual as work resumed. Such a great moment.
I think the girlboss message is basically 'you are awesome & should be paid, just for being so cool.' You should be instagram famous & be paid to tell interviewers favorite brands of makeup, or to take selfies at fancy parties. Or you can work hard in a 'digital content provider arena with a peer2peer influencer base', etc. ...which will make you a glamorous soap-opera version of a boss/ not just a frumpy overworked stiff with a job. One portion of the crowd struggled to pay the $450, hoping to obtain hints to succeed. Another major portion attended on a whim, with daddy's money-- they're the sort who don't need to earn to pay the rent-- they create unprofitable fake glamorous business-- vanity clothing & cosmetic lines, or showy self-congratulatory save-the-whales non-profit causes. Both groups may be guilty of volunteering to be misled-- by subscribing to a Leader who Leads them to a seemingly-easy & glamorous path-- attempting to shortcut around non-glam hard work.
I saw a few real *hu$tlers*, who will go far. One young girl follows SophIe on instagram... reached out to girlboss on her own initiative, volunteered to work in exchange for free admission-- and ended-up holding a phone during the day-- logged-in to the girlboss social media accounts--- "liking" the posts of fans who use the girlboss hashtag, and writing replies, as-if she was actually Sophie-herself. That kid will go far. I raise an eyebrow at Sophie keeping distance from the General Admission crowd. Being available to 500 people in an all-day affair is far from impossible.
Ultimately, I am not irritated by the event. The only victims are those who are truly being mis-led, with no complicity on their own part. I don't think the movement is a threat to my opposing political beliefs. The event is a poe-- indistinguishable from if 4chan had devised a parody rally. As long as these clowns run feminism, I can sleep easy.
Google isn't even trying to evade the James Damore blowback-- they were a major sponsor of the event, with an entrepaneur start-up room.
The closest I come to being actually butthurt (except it being literally hard to shit in a stall with 30 nutty women peeking thru the door cracks)...
...let me start over...
the closet I come to being actually butthurt, is that the only reason I worked this event was the higher-paying feminist event across-town --had a discriminatory no males allowed policy, including staff. My bitch worked that other-event & she was offered 2 jobs by prestigious clients. One noticed her being 'so strong', lifting things. She aint that strong. But when no men are around, the 125 lb woman is king. It's not the one day of work which hurts-- it's being excluded from climbing the subsequent rungs. Even this complaint is merely hypothetical. My bitch getting the jobs trickles-down to me getting work, also. But that don't don't make it right.