Saturday, October 10, 2009

Pulling A Murn

Is there ever a tactful way to point out ignorance? Thinking maybe not. It is what it is. I'm not just rambling on - I'm talking about something so typical it could be overlooked or deemed unimportant. Profiling. You know that goes on in airports more post 911. It also still exist in the workplace. Categorizing someone's talent or abilities by the way they look (be it the color of there skin or appeared age). It's called discrimination and it won't be allowed when I do start hiring at l'Amore Intimo. I experienced the deeming jolt of discrimination and maybe from poor ignorant assumption, this week at the census office. No worries, I handled it by pulling a Murn.

Dream Sweet

(Murn is a pet name I call my Mother who is a very strong matriarch and business woman - takes no bs from anyone, and if crossed will help the crosser to recognize who she is and that her place in this world is where she wants to be.)

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