They told her to demand a raise, and that "soft-spoken woman who dislikes confrontation" got the raise she deserved. And then they talked about "where to get the best cocktail dress, haircut and beach house that won't break my budget"! But seriously, folks. I can't decide if this is why women don't get taken seriously in business, or if this is a way of circumventing the golf-playing patriarchy by finding a women-only space in which to discuss workplace secrets.

I guess I think the former? Because while a lot of corporate climates are incredibly sexist (I know a hedge funder who was taken to a strip club after an interview), isn't it counter-productive to create these all-female gab fests? Wouldn't it be more useful to rail against a workplace culture where only the men can share insider info? Whatever, at least these bitches aren't peeing all over the seats or leaving cocaine residue on the counters. We think.

Not Just A Ladies' Room [WSJ]
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Joking or not joking, the dumbest part of this dumb story is that it's not even remotely true. Dudes creamed themselves over Jenny McCarthy back in the day, because she seemed like she'd be really fun to hang out with. Yeah, she'd wipe her snot on you when you weren't looking, but then you'd drink a beer together and chuckle about it and (in your dude fantasy) make out later at the bar. But the assumption that all men think that all women should be perfect "ladies" is laughable, as is Sellers' statement, "If we want to hang out with someone who behaves like a man, we'll hang out with, you know, an actual man." I'm thinking this ass clown — along with NY Mag writer and whiny monogamist Philip Weiss — deserves his own Jezebel justice system along the lines of Missdemeanors. The punishment for Sellers? He must sit in hot car with Cameron Diaz after a three burrito special. With the windows rolled up.

Vulgar Vixens [Details]

When I had a real job, I worked in a small office on a floor with two other offices and one particularly bad Tinkler. Frustrated, I hung signs in bathroom, illustrated with toilet clip art and accompanied with admonishments that the Tinkler please stop, well, tinkling. It didn't work, so one day, I went to the bathroom earlier, figuring that I might catch the Tinkler in the act and wouldn't you know it, the minute I stepped inside the restroom, I spotted a woman coming out of a stall containing a urine-soaked toilet seat. "Aren't you going to clean that up?" I said. Without hesitation — and despite being caught in the act — she replied, "Oh, that wasn't me." Argh! My rage knew no bounds, but my bladder did, so I ducked into the handicapped stall to pee and seethe.

Why do they do it? Is it, as one colleague of Ms. Kogan surmises, a primitive, gesture mean to mark one's space? A passive-aggressive way of giving the finger to an unwelcoming office environment? Or is it, as one Jezebel staffer once philosophized, just a symptom of the Tragedy Of The Commons? I get that some people don't want to sit on public toilet seats, but can't they at least clean up after themselves? The sad truth is that those who spend their days peeing on toilet seats are giving birth to a new generation of seat hoverers, a snowball effect that proves exceptionally detrimental to those of us who actually poop at work as well. As Kogan puts it, "I'm not asking for cloth napkins and classical music. I don't need a mint on my pillow. I just want a bit of common courtesy, a modicum of civility, a touch of class, or, failing all that, a good supply of Lysol."

Beware of 'The Tinkler' [CNN]

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