Mars Vs. Venus

If it's true that men are from Mars and women are from Venus, then we must really be living on two separate planets. I'm referring to business specifically, but it's also an age old question for the age old battle of the sexes. The answer, it seems is simple; men and women are different. Truth is, it's not really that simple.

Men and women approach business from different perspectives. Both genders can achieve great success, and both genders have unique strengths that can attribute to that success. Because we approach things differently, who's to say there is a template for what equates to success and what does not. Women tend to be more emotional because society encourages a more nurturing woman's role in all aspects of life. So in the workplace or in a position of power is there room for emotion?   Mental toughness is a strength, yet emotion is seen as a weakness? One could argue that it would depend upon the business and the individual, but for some, emotion is what drives their success.

In sales, emotion is paramount to hook your audience. The goal is get them excited about your brand and hopefully emotionally invested in it so that they will come back to you, time and time again. Without emotion, consumers couldn't be brand loyal and vendors couldn't motivate them to trust that brand and spend their money. Picking up on client's emotional cues or hints of unhappiness and responding to them help to keep them happy and build relationships based on trust and respect.

On the other hand, when making business decisions, emotion sometimes can cause frustration and removing the emotion from the situation is best advised for making sound decisions. A "never let them see you sweat", kind of thing, and both genders sweat emotionally in business from time to time. Barking back at a co-worker or spouting off a nasty group email, which seems satisfying in the moment, in retrospect is never a good idea.

We are different, men and women, and as such we handle all kinds of situations from different mindset.

Case in point: Take a look at Secretary of State Hillary Clinton in a room full of men watching the US take out Osama Bin Laden.

A picture is indeed, worth a thousand words.

These Chicken's Ain't So Little

 Check this out. It's hilarious and amazing.  I don't know what I would do.

The Story Of My Life

Whoo hoo, I'm whirling and wizzing right now like I'm on a circus ride.

Yes, I could use a cup of Johan.....

Why You Should Never Eat Chinese Food While Watching A Nail Biting, Down To The Wire, Patriots Vs. Jets Game Later In The Evening

So this is really weird.

I wake up last night at 4 am from a sound sleep, and the word, "esoteric" is in my brain. I'm thinking about the word esoteric, yet I can't define it. Now it's 4 am and I'm thinking, "Is that even a word?" Then I realize that, yes, it's a word but I have no clue what it means. All I can think about is that when I get up, I have to find out what the definition of "esoteric" means.

First thing this morning I define the word esoteric, "Intended for or understood by only a particular group."
Ok, so why this word? Why me? This is getting weirder by the minute.

I dig a bit deeper and come up with esoteric a lot when related to dreams, but I can't really put my finger on why I am dreaming about this particular word. Then I come up with this from The Dream Dictionary:

"If the dreamer in a dream hear a word more than once, then meaning of it can be critical. Word is generally indicated as letter or name. It usually contains a message from the unconscious, which can be clearly heard or read."

Ok, so what's the message here?

Another site says "To see random words like that is a sign of clutter or confusion in your mind - basically random "noise." 

Now this makes more sense.

Random noise.

Understood by only me. Intended for us.

So esoteric....

Hmmmmm.

I think it best to lay off the Chinese late at night.

Slip Of The Mind

I can't believe this, but I forgot to blog yesterday...

I mean, I've been blogging, every weekday for four years now. How could I forget you? I've had days when life gets crazy and I just can't get to it, and then I feel all guilty and I'm sorry, But yesterday? I just plum forgot....and I don't think I've ever done that before. I didn't realize it till about 2pm and then I knew it was too late. Forgive me bloggers, but I'm working on a little masterpiece that I can show you soon, and I'm so inspired and busy, that yesterday I just hit the ground running and didn't look back. There may be a few of those days in the coming week, but I'll be sure to try and lock that crap down.

In other Daily Dandy news, the fashion world's beautiful people came out in droves to Boston's very own MFA to celebrate world famous photographer, Mario Testino's exhibit, "In Your Face". Giselle, you know her, My Tommy's wife and very preggers baby mama, was Testino's guest of honor AND.....she was not looking her best. HA! It doesn't pain me to say it, either. Looks like Mrs. Brady isn't superhuman after all, and yes she is capable of taking a bad picture. Gi said the black Tom Ford dress she was wearing that night, "is the only thing that fits me." (Last time she was preggers, Gi reported to wearing her jeans right up until the birth of son Benjamin, no maternity clothes for her) Well, it's about time she experience what pregnancy is for us mere mortals. And her face looks different too.

Ya, I know, insert your, "you ain't no supermodel, Candy." here and all the "you wish you looked like her" remarks. But I'm not judging. I'm just stating fact (and jumping up and down with delight) Must be a girl this time. Jus' sayin.

I'm on my way to NYC to see Frick! It's parents weekend at NYU and I'm going to see what our hard earned money is being spent on. Can't wait to see her. She was well worth the clothes not fitting, the changed looking face and every stretch mark. I do it all again and endure more if they were all like Frick.

Happy weekend Bloggers, and don't get the wrong idea.
I wish Tommy and Giselle the best of luck and all the joy that a baby girl like Frick can bring.

And the stretch marks too...

The Sole Of A Fairy Tale

There once was a man who made shoes. All of the ladies in the land loved the shoes that he designed and he was made a Prince.

The Prince's shoes were very special, and the ladies who wore them felt like a Princess. (that was after they went up a size and endured wearing them more than a few times) Because the shoes were so petite and so compact, the shoes were not comfortable at all. But the ladies didn't care. They had never seen such beauty and they had to have the shoes. The torture and pain that the Prince's shoes cost these fair ladies was but a small penance to pay for the magic that the shoes provided.

Not only were the shoes beautiful in every way, but they were branded with a red sole, the trademark of the the Prince and his Kingdom of quality. All the ladies coveted the red sole...but not all the ladies could pay the steep price for the red sole. If a lady was spotted wearing the red soled shoes, she was immediately thought to be an aristocrat.

The Prince's shoes were so sought after, that China began to knock off the red soles and sell their petty imposters in the village. But they couldn't fool the ladies that easily, for the devotees of the Prince could never mistake an imposter for a real shoe of the Prince.

One day the Prince came down to his Kingdom and provided his people with the pleasure of meeting him. He even signed a newly purchased pair of red soled shoes, and dedicated it to each lady. Even the commoners came out to meet the Prince and every woman in the land was found to be counting her shillings as so to come up close to meet the Prince and take home a piece of his Kingdom.

It was, for the ladies, their very own Cinderella moment, with their very own Prince. And every lady who left the Kingdom with their red soled shoes lived happily ever after. For that day.

Sloppy Joe's

So I've been working on this project lately and I'm noticing that more often than not, people in the business world just can't seem to get it right. Like, when did doing a good job become a task? Why is it that customer service has now become an audible sigh*, and a snippy attitude for a mistake made on their part? And I'm seeing this all over the board...not just with one company, but multiple.

My mom always taught us this mantra, "Do a job, big or small; do it right or not at all." Even my childhood friends will repeat it back to me and tell me that they always remembered it. I just don't get it. I'm not insinuating that I am perfect, because I'm not. Far from it. But I do take pride in my work and when I make a mistake? I'm on it and apologetic till it is resolved. It's a better model for efficiency.

I'm dealing with large corporate companies, but the mistakes, and stupid little sloppy mistakes, have been a constant with almost every company I have dealt with. I find that I spend way too much time, chasing down the rep who made the mistake to correct it then refund me the money and then get me the product I originally intended. And all with this audible SIGH*... Like I'm the pain in the ass?

Do your fricken job, and I'll do mine. Believe me, I know what my job is and I do it well.

Yeah, I screw up. We all do. But the difference is I am accountable, and my customer service is paramount to the success of my business. If I made my customers feel like they were being a pain in the ass? I would not be in business today. Period.

Do your Goddamned job.!! It's that easy, and don't take it out on me when you screw up with my MONEY.

Cuz I'm on to you and I'm taking notes.