During business school, I was assigned to a group to create a global marketing plan for Owens Corning Corporation (yeah...the pink insulation company). We presented our plan 4 months later to the Board of Directors, and chose a woman to do the presentation. She was currently the director of Human Resources for a public utility company, and one of our more confident speakers.
She stepped up in front of the chairmen, the CEO, the CFO, and all the other male dominated corporate officers and smiled calmly while assessing them all. Most of the executives weren't even looking at her, and we could tell this was a difficult sell to a group of people that didn't care what we had to say. She started out her speech by saying one thing:
"Gentlemen...I'm here to dispel a myth for you. Size really does matter." She had the attention of every man in the audience. Most of us in the group were picking up our jaws off of the floor. She was talking about size of business...but her words have stuck with me.
Last Saturday, a friend and I met at Splash bar for a night out (read: drinking and dancing until 6:00 am). Several of the hired dancers who are generously endowed started swinging our conversation to what was at times nearly flopping into our hands (my attitude is if you put it in my hands...I own it). I don't remember who brought it up, but we started discussing size preferences.
Patrick - 1:02 PM
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