Saturday, August 23, 2008

Apparently anything CAN be porn.

I used to work at a law firm that was notorious for the constant stream of sexual harassment suits (among others) filed against the attorneys and upper management. So much so that the firm’s “sensitivity” committee mandated all attorneys to attend sensitivity trainings at least once a month, complete with cheapie eighties videos set to soundtracks that would have done any ’70s era porno proud.

I must confess, however, that I fell prey to the charm of my colleagues and spent the first two months confused by the seemingly endless charges of lewd and lascivious conduct lobbied against the male associates and partners. That is, until I stumbled into the following conversation after yet another session of sensitivity training:

Male Associate A: You know, I was so disappointed by that video.

Male Associate B: In what way?

Male Associate A: I thought there would be a lot more, you know, grabbing and rubbing and you know, stuff.

(Guffaws from the guys… Someone says “man, oh man…” An embarrassingly frat-boy lite high-five takes place across the room.)

Me: Male Associate A, you know that video was NOT meant to be porn?

Male Associate A: I know, but I was just hoping.

(More raucous laughter. Talk about witnessing first hand the repercussions of repetitive in-breeding.)

Me: Did you get anything from the video?

Male Associate B (actually rolling his eyes at me!): Oh calm down, Me. The video was boring and dry as sh*t, but we’re not stupid. We could at least figure out that whatever wasn’t shown in the video is okay to do.

Me: No, I don’t think… You know what? Never mind.

No comments:

Post a Comment