The confession today and seven weeks since our last one please forgive us, is that recently us PR girlies would have
happily traded our A39 MAC lipstick and gloss and KG’s for a pair of boxing gloves and a dark,
empty room with a few choice individuals in the ring with us. We can appreciate
that us females can be difficult. We’re intelligent, independent and overly
capable, we can multi-task like nothing you’ve ever seen before whilst rocking
a pair off killer stilettos and applying lip gloss at the same time. But for some unknown reason, men continue to
patronise us while selectively ignoring the fact that we’re smart, strong and
quite frankly the closest thing to Superman.
Yes, yes, we're aware that none of us actually look anything like the girl on the cover
of the magazine, the one who is surgically enhanced, air brushed and constantly
made up to create the perfect pouting Barbie. However, we do know that hard
work should be reciprocated in the same way it is given. It's not an unfair expectation for it to be met
with the same premium intensity, commitment, dedication and sacrifice to be
equally adhered to, valued and respected. If anyone feels that they cannot
comply with these simple terms, they might find Estee Lauder eye shadow pots
replacing their eyeballs sometime in the near future.
It was the worst 48 hours for us in the office, 48 hours of hell!!! The
band were uncooperative, artists were making demands and then pulling out last
minute with inexcusable excuses. The person that stayed the truest was the one
who travelled the furthest and hustled the hardest to be here, from half way
across the world, she stood tall and strong by our side always. Everything that could have gone wrong did, all the people we thought we could
trust and rely on let us down; there was an insulting lack of gratitude shown
from those whom should have been grovelling on their knees. A simple “please”
and “thank you” would suffice now and then. BUT it was all in the name of doing
what we love, bringing music to ears.
You should always remember that in order to maintain your
professionalism you must bite your tongue and keep your composure, it’s all about the
company image and the picture we're painting for the ever-watching eyes. The moral of the story is that at the end of the day when the applause has been
had you must to act like a lady and think like a man. The show must go on…your
hair must be perfection, lip gloss just the right shade and us girlies, the daily
wearers of skyscraper heels, persevered in our 4 inch beauties all night long in
outfits that would make Louis Vuitton look twice. It was a cool Sunday
evening, the scene was incredible; wine was flowing and the music was grooving.
Until next time.
