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Look, I know there is enough machismo on this site to pump-up the whole New England Patriots locker room. But to be completely honest, I really enjoy working under women. On similar note, I also enjoy working in offices that have a higher female to male ratio. For whatever reason, when there are more women around, I tend to stay away from the usual office clicks and messy politics.

More importantly, all my female bosses have always been empathetic my all-nighters and even more motivating during those late-night, shiny-eyed hours. More than their male counter parts, I always thought that these women were able to demand high quality work without being complete dicks about it. Does anyone else feel this way?

Recently, McKinesy & Company published a report for the Wall Street Journal titled Unlocking the Full Potential of Women in the US Economy. In this report, McKinesy seems to agree with me. It appears that having women in the workplace seems to benefit even the most chauvinistic of males. I know there are be many doubters, so here are four great reasons why we should all have more women bosses:

McKinesy & Company wrote:

1) Catalyst, the U.S. non-profit focused on expanding opportunities for women in business, continues to deliver research on the relationship between the representation of women on boards of directors and corporate performance. In its 2011 research, Catalyst found a 26% difference in return on invested capital (ROIC) between the top-quartile companies (with 19-44% women board representation) and bottom quartile companies (with zero woman directors).

2) When the McKinsey Women Matter team asked business executives globally what they believe the most important leadership attributes are for success today, each of the top four—intellectual stimulation, inspiration, participatory decision-making and setting expectations/rewards—were more commonly found among women leaders.

3) Reviewing about 100 companies in McKinsey’s Organizational Health Index (OHI), we found that companies with three or more women in top positions (executive committee or boards) scored higher than their peers. OHI measures nine factors, ranging from external orientation to coordination and control, that are linked to well-functioning organizations. Companies with a high score across the nine metrics of organizational health (in the top quartile) have also shown superior financial performance.

4) In the 2010 McKinsey Centered Leadership research, we found that more than 90% of the women and men who mastered each of the five leadership dimensions felt equipped to lead through today’s challenges compared to only 21% of those who mastered none.

So what do you say monkeys, we need more women on running Wall Street, right?

Comments (58)

  • In reply to dogboo
    SonnyZH's picture

    dogboo wrote:
    Anacott_CEO wrote:
    I like "working" under women too.

    ^ Beat me to it

    Same here! Oh man.

    Quote:
    The HBS guys have MAD SWAGGER. They frequently wear their class jackets to boston bars, strutting and acting like they own the joint. They just ooze success, confidence, swagger, basically attributes of alpha males.

  • Annabeth's picture

    Work environments with members of both genders have the best balance. I once worked in all-women environment, and the constant bitchiness, back-stabbing and grudge-holding (which I naively hadn't expected!) took the fun out of the job. Turnover was very high.

    "The light at the end of the tunnel may be you."
    --Steven Tyler

  • Human's picture

    Had female supervisors as well. Don't think it makes a difference. People get promoted for their performance. And once any analyst (both men and women) reach MD level, they are all the same. Previously, I also interviewed with female MDs for jobs, they are as hardcore/ruthless as male MDs in grilling the shit out of you. Absolutely no difference.

    "I am the hero of the story. I don't need to be saved."

  • In reply to AndyLouis
    Virginia Tech 4ever's picture

    AndyLouis wrote:
    chat from my female friend after seeing this post:

    ec: women should rule the world
    that's a fact
    there would be no wars
    just silent treatment

    me: silent treatment?

    ec: after some shouting
    yes, ignoring each other
    until u get over it
    margaret thatcher is the example that makes the rule

    The irony is that if women ruled the world we'd probably have much more war.

    But to be completely serious, however, female rulers from Queen Elizabeth to Queen Victoria to Margaret Thatcher to Hillary Clinton (as Sec. of State) to Cristina Fernadez--you see no real dropoff in levels of war/violence. A woman becomes a global or natoinal leader because she exhibits the traits of powerful males--aggression, decisiveness, egomania, and in some ways ruthlessness. The Legally Blonde type chick is not the type of woman who rules over mankind.

  • labanker's picture

    I have only worked for one female boss in my finance tenure, thus I only have the following anecdotal evidence:

    So I'm a first year analyst sitting in a management presentation for this sellside deal we're working on. The VP on the deal is a female - and a pretty smoking one at that. Half-asian, half-white, got her hair pulled back all professional-like, wearing a nice little purple button-up shirt. I'm on the same side of the table as her, a couple seats over. The CEO is droning on about god knows what - some shitty new product line or something. The VP chimes in with a comment - raising her arm ever so slightly in the process. All of a sudden my tit radar goes wild. What is this? WHAT IS THIS? An ever-so-slight gap has formed between the buttons on her shirt right in the money zone? Unfortunately, I'm just out of range for a perfect view. I fidget in my chair, trying to get in the optimal viewing position. She gives me an annoyed look like "what the fuck are you doing?" I quickly flip a page in the management presentation, punch some random keys on my HP-12C and furrow my brow. Decoy successful - she looks back at the droning CEO. I slyly rotate in my Office Depot standard issue conference room chair - a little more, a little more...BAM - there it is. I lock in that glorious mammary flesh cupped ever so gently by a lacy black brassiere. She moves, erasing the gap in her shirt but it's too late - the image is locked in - saved in the memory bank for a more "appropriate" time. I push back in my chair with smug satisfaction, thinking to myself, you may be able to make me do comps, but I'm going to beat off to your side boob.

    Or so it goes...

  • In reply to labanker
    Futures Trader Man's picture

    labanker wrote:
    I have only worked for one female boss in my finance tenure, thus I only have the following anecdotal evidence:

    So I'm a first year analyst sitting in a management presentation for this sellside deal we're working on. The VP on the deal is a female - and a pretty smoking one at that. Half-asian, half-white, got her hair pulled back all professional-like, wearing a nice little purple button-up shirt. I'm on the same side of the table as her, a couple seats over. The CEO is droning on about god knows what - some shitty new product line or something. The VP chimes in with a comment - raising her arm ever so slightly in the process. All of a sudden my tit radar goes wild. What is this? WHAT IS THIS? An ever-so-slight gap has formed between the buttons on her shirt right in the money zone? Unfortunately, I'm just out of range for a perfect view. I fidget in my chair, trying to get in the optimal viewing position. She gives me an annoyed look like "what the fuck are you doing?" I quickly flip a page in the management presentation, punch some random keys on my HP-12C and furrow my brow. Decoy successful - she looks back at the droning CEO. I slyly rotate in my Office Depot standard issue conference room chair - a little more, a little more...BAM - there it is. I lock in that glorious mammary flesh cupped ever so gently by a lacy black brassiere. She moves, erasing the gap in her shirt but it's too late - the image is locked in - saved in the memory bank for a more "appropriate" time. I push back in my chair with smug satisfaction, thinking to myself, you may be able to make me do comps, but I'm going to beat off to your side boob.

    Or so it goes...

    AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

    "Well, you know, I was a human being before I became a businessman." -- George Soros

  • filenotfound's picture

    Or maybe it's just the women that actually manage to make it to the top that are better at their job on a proportional basis?

    By which I mean perhaps the filtration system as you go up the hierarchy is more effective against women? It is possible that the men that are 'Dicks' just made it through regardless of their inherent dickishness.

    I find society is harsher on women that are 'bitches' than men that are 'dicks'.

  • In reply to labanker
    MoneyTalksMonkeysWalk's picture

    labanker wrote:
    I have only worked for one female boss in my finance tenure, thus I only have the following anecdotal evidence:

    So I'm a first year analyst sitting in a management presentation for this sellside deal we're working on. The VP on the deal is a female - and a pretty smoking one at that. Half-asian, half-white, got her hair pulled back all professional-like, wearing a nice little purple button-up shirt. I'm on the same side of the table as her, a couple seats over. The CEO is droning on about god knows what - some shitty new product line or something. The VP chimes in with a comment - raising her arm ever so slightly in the process. All of a sudden my tit radar goes wild. What is this? WHAT IS THIS? An ever-so-slight gap has formed between the buttons on her shirt right in the money zone? Unfortunately, I'm just out of range for a perfect view. I fidget in my chair, trying to get in the optimal viewing position. She gives me an annoyed look like "what the fuck are you doing?" I quickly flip a page in the management presentation, punch some random keys on my HP-12C and furrow my brow. Decoy successful - she looks back at the droning CEO. I slyly rotate in my Office Depot standard issue conference room chair - a little more, a little more...BAM - there it is. I lock in that glorious mammary flesh cupped ever so gently by a lacy black brassiere. She moves, erasing the gap in her shirt but it's too late - the image is locked in - saved in the memory bank for a more "appropriate" time. I push back in my chair with smug satisfaction, thinking to myself, you may be able to make me do comps, but I'm going to beat off to your side boob.

    Or so it goes...

    Haha. You got her fucking good.

  • In reply to labanker
    arant's picture

    labanker wrote:
    I have only worked for one female boss in my finance tenure, thus I only have the following anecdotal evidence:

    So I'm a first year analyst sitting in a management presentation for this sellside deal we're working on. The VP on the deal is a female - and a pretty smoking one at that. Half-asian, half-white, got her hair pulled back all professional-like, wearing a nice little purple button-up shirt. I'm on the same side of the table as her, a couple seats over. The CEO is droning on about god knows what - some shitty new product line or something. The VP chimes in with a comment - raising her arm ever so slightly in the process. All of a sudden my tit radar goes wild. What is this? WHAT IS THIS? An ever-so-slight gap has formed between the buttons on her shirt right in the money zone? Unfortunately, I'm just out of range for a perfect view. I fidget in my chair, trying to get in the optimal viewing position. She gives me an annoyed look like "what the fuck are you doing?" I quickly flip a page in the management presentation, punch some random keys on my HP-12C and furrow my brow. Decoy successful - she looks back at the droning CEO. I slyly rotate in my Office Depot standard issue conference room chair - a little more, a little more...BAM - there it is. I lock in that glorious mammary flesh cupped ever so gently by a lacy black brassiere. She moves, erasing the gap in her shirt but it's too late - the image is locked in - saved in the memory bank for a more "appropriate" time. I push back in my chair with smug satisfaction, thinking to myself, you may be able to make me do comps, but I'm going to beat off to your side boob.

    Or so it goes...

    Awesome shit man!

    Simplicity is the highest form of sophistication ~ Leonardo da Vinci

  • Maherj1's picture

    Have to completely disagree with the op...I've been about 50/50 with male / female bosses and the females have been absolutely horrible to work for. Even though they were all ok outside of work when working for them they just turned into she demons.....personally I would avoid women as bosses at all costs....even if my mother or girlfriend where bosses I know they would be fvcking terrors.

  • In reply to labanker
    melvvvar's picture

    labanker wrote:
    I have only worked for one female boss in my finance tenure, thus I only have the following anecdotal evidence:

    So I'm a first year analyst sitting in a management presentation for this sellside deal we're working on. The VP on the deal is a female - and a pretty smoking one at that. Half-asian, half-white, got her hair pulled back all professional-like, wearing a nice little purple button-up shirt. I'm on the same side of the table as her, a couple seats over. The CEO is droning on about god knows what - some shitty new product line or something. The VP chimes in with a comment - raising her arm ever so slightly in the process. All of a sudden my tit radar goes wild. What is this? WHAT IS THIS? An ever-so-slight gap has formed between the buttons on her shirt right in the money zone? Unfortunately, I'm just out of range for a perfect view. I fidget in my chair, trying to get in the optimal viewing position. She gives me an annoyed look like "what the fuck are you doing?" I quickly flip a page in the management presentation, punch some random keys on my HP-12C and furrow my brow. Decoy successful - she looks back at the droning CEO. I slyly rotate in my Office Depot standard issue conference room chair - a little more, a little more...BAM - there it is. I lock in that glorious mammary flesh cupped ever so gently by a lacy black brassiere. She moves, erasing the gap in her shirt but it's too late - the image is locked in - saved in the memory bank for a more "appropriate" time. I push back in my chair with smug satisfaction, thinking to myself, you may be able to make me do comps, but I'm going to beat off to your side boob.

    Or so it goes...

    some one want to do the DD on which bank in LA this is? my guess is UBS.

  • In reply to labanker
    BlackHat's picture

    labanker wrote:
    I have only worked for one female boss in my finance tenure, thus I only have the following anecdotal evidence:

    So I'm a first year analyst sitting in a management presentation for this sellside deal we're working on. The VP on the deal is a female - and a pretty smoking one at that. Half-asian, half-white, got her hair pulled back all professional-like, wearing a nice little purple button-up shirt. I'm on the same side of the table as her, a couple seats over. The CEO is droning on about god knows what - some shitty new product line or something. The VP chimes in with a comment - raising her arm ever so slightly in the process. All of a sudden my tit radar goes wild. What is this? WHAT IS THIS? An ever-so-slight gap has formed between the buttons on her shirt right in the money zone? Unfortunately, I'm just out of range for a perfect view. I fidget in my chair, trying to get in the optimal viewing position. She gives me an annoyed look like "what the fuck are you doing?" I quickly flip a page in the management presentation, punch some random keys on my HP-12C and furrow my brow. Decoy successful - she looks back at the droning CEO. I slyly rotate in my Office Depot standard issue conference room chair - a little more, a little more...BAM - there it is. I lock in that glorious mammary flesh cupped ever so gently by a lacy black brassiere. She moves, erasing the gap in her shirt but it's too late - the image is locked in - saved in the memory bank for a more "appropriate" time. I push back in my chair with smug satisfaction, thinking to myself, you may be able to make me do comps, but I'm going to beat off to your side boob.

    Or so it goes...

    This feels LSO-ish enough for me to give you an SB. Well done.

    I hate victims who respect their executioners

  • In reply to labanker
    M Friedman's picture

    labanker wrote:

    So I'm a first year analyst sitting in a management presentation for this sellside deal we're working on. The VP on the deal is a female - and a pretty smoking one at that. Half-asian, half-white, got her hair pulled back all professional-like, wearing a nice little purple button-up shirt. I'm on the same side of the table as her, a couple seats over. The CEO is droning on about god knows what - some shitty new product line or something. The VP chimes in with a comment - raising her arm ever so slightly in the process. All of a sudden my tit radar goes wild. What is this? WHAT IS THIS? An ever-so-slight gap has formed between the buttons on her shirt right in the money zone? Unfortunately, I'm just out of range for a perfect view. I fidget in my chair, trying to get in the optimal viewing position. She gives me an annoyed look like "what the fuck are you doing?" I quickly flip a page in the management presentation, punch some random keys on my HP-12C and furrow my brow. Decoy successful - she looks back at the droning CEO. I slyly rotate in my Office Depot standard issue conference room chair - a little more, a little more...BAM - there it is. I lock in that glorious mammary flesh cupped ever so gently by a lacy black brassiere. She moves, erasing the gap in her shirt but it's too late - the image is locked in - saved in the memory bank for a more "appropriate" time. I push back in my chair with smug satisfaction, thinking to myself, you may be able to make me do comps, but I'm going to beat off to your side boob.

    andddddddddd this just made my day.

  • In reply to M Friedman
    Anacott_CEO's picture

    M Friedman wrote:
    labanker wrote:

    So I'm a first year analyst sitting in a management presentation for this sellside deal we're working on. The VP on the deal is a female - and a pretty smoking one at that. Half-asian, half-white, got her hair pulled back all professional-like, wearing a nice little purple button-up shirt. I'm on the same side of the table as her, a couple seats over. The CEO is droning on about god knows what - some shitty new product line or something. The VP chimes in with a comment - raising her arm ever so slightly in the process. All of a sudden my tit radar goes wild. What is this? WHAT IS THIS? An ever-so-slight gap has formed between the buttons on her shirt right in the money zone? Unfortunately, I'm just out of range for a perfect view. I fidget in my chair, trying to get in the optimal viewing position. She gives me an annoyed look like "what the fuck are you doing?" I quickly flip a page in the management presentation, punch some random keys on my HP-12C and furrow my brow. Decoy successful - she looks back at the droning CEO. I slyly rotate in my Office Depot standard issue conference room chair - a little more, a little more...BAM - there it is. I lock in that glorious mammary flesh cupped ever so gently by a lacy black brassiere. She moves, erasing the gap in her shirt but it's too late - the image is locked in - saved in the memory bank for a more "appropriate" time. I push back in my chair with smug satisfaction, thinking to myself, you may be able to make me do comps, but I'm going to beat off to your side boob.

    andddddddddd this just made my day.

    Hahaha, same! SB to labanker

  • In reply to AndyLouis
    UFOinsider's picture

    AndyLouis wrote:
    women should rule the world - there would be no wars

    Have you ever dealt with an office full of hormonal PMSing lunatics? Wasn't the CIO at JPM's hedge desk a woman? I'm not so sure that selling men out is a good idea.

    I do like equal integration of women into the workforce, and if an individual (male or female) runs things well, then they are judged on the basis of their individual acheivement. Remove the barriers of discrimination and build the support systems for both men and women. Let everyone compete on the equal basis of their efforts.

    And yes, I like working with women and having women bosses just as well as men, as long as they are competent. But I do not feel the need to kiss their asses and tell them "they should run the place because they're better than men at it". No sexism means men and women are recognized equally for their contributions, not in spite of the others'.

    Get busy living

  • In reply to wareagle4320
    UFOinsider's picture

    smikal wrote:
    Females [bosses] ... are harder to communicate with.

    Man, the women here are blunt as hell, they don't take shit from anyone (except the c-suite, but that's different)

    Get busy living

  • AndyLouis's picture

    more from my female friend

    Quote:
    I stand by my statement. There would NOT be more wars.

    Men like Nelson Mandela don't rule the world either.

    Perhaps that is the problem.

    Blaming PMS is exactly the things that make your site incredibly annoying for women to want to actively participate in discussions.

  • In reply to AndyLouis
    UFOinsider's picture

    AndyLouis wrote:
    more from my female friend

    Quote:
    I stand by my statement. There would NOT be more wars.

    Men like Nelson Mandela don't rule the world either.

    Perhaps that is the problem.

    Blaming PMS is exactly the things that make your site incredibly annoying for women to want to actively participate in discussions.


    EDIT: I'm tired and stressed today, so this reply came in bits and pieces:

    Women never fight? Pretending a problem doesn't exist is the best way to deal with it? Sometimes a good fight solves a lot. Sometimes someone is right and they HAVE TO WIN: bad things happen when good people do nothing. Sometimes you just have to clear the air. But I do agree that war is aweful...many generals have said that war is hell, and shame on the assholes that start them. Everyone loses in a war, even when they win.

    Listen, I agree that women are underrepresented and that they have a lot to add. The first step towards getting ahead is taking responsiblity for their actions, not blaming men (or PMS, sorry about that, low blow on my end). I'm a guy who tries to honestly do what I believe is right, and there are plenty of men that do, so implying that the world's problems are men's fault is unfair and ignorant. More men need to grow up and do the right thing, and the definition of what that exactly is has changed, so realize that a lot of men don't even know exactly what's expected of them, it's very frustrating.

    This era of history has seen more progress than ever before, and I'm happy to see it. Women have much to offer, so do it. Sitting around and talking about how things "would be better" if a woman was in charge takes a back seat to women actually DOING IT. If your friend doesn't consider the people here worth engaging directly, then she needs to realize that the "open and honest" communication that women talk about is lacking on her end.

    To make the olive branch peace offering, I'm going on a feminist blog to see what women are thinking.

    Get busy living

  • In The Flesh's picture

    Really, I don't think it has anything to do with being a man or a woman. If you're good at it and you make your subordinates want to work well for you, that's it. Some of this stuff is so forced and contrived it's ridiculous.

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  • In reply to labanker
    sayandarula's picture

    labanker wrote:
    I have only worked for one female boss in my finance tenure, thus I only have the following anecdotal evidence:

    So I'm a first year analyst sitting in a management presentation for this sellside deal we're working on. The VP on the deal is a female - and a pretty smoking one at that. Half-asian, half-white, got her hair pulled back all professional-like, wearing a nice little purple button-up shirt. I'm on the same side of the table as her, a couple seats over. The CEO is droning on about god knows what - some shitty new product line or something. The VP chimes in with a comment - raising her arm ever so slightly in the process. All of a sudden my tit radar goes wild. What is this? WHAT IS THIS? An ever-so-slight gap has formed between the buttons on her shirt right in the money zone? Unfortunately, I'm just out of range for a perfect view. I fidget in my chair, trying to get in the optimal viewing position. She gives me an annoyed look like "what the fuck are you doing?" I quickly flip a page in the management presentation, punch some random keys on my HP-12C and furrow my brow. Decoy successful - she looks back at the droning CEO. I slyly rotate in my Office Depot standard issue conference room chair - a little more, a little more...BAM - there it is. I lock in that glorious mammary flesh cupped ever so gently by a lacy black brassiere. She moves, erasing the gap in her shirt but it's too late - the image is locked in - saved in the memory bank for a more "appropriate" time. I push back in my chair with smug satisfaction, thinking to myself, you may be able to make me do comps, but I'm going to beat off to your side boob.

    Or so it goes...

    normally i'm against the blatant sexism but this is just toooooo funny. +1.

    Money Never Sleeps? More like Money Never SUCKS amirite?!?!?!?

  • bankerella's picture

    This is a McKinsey study. I have seen McKinsey's Centered Leadership model up close and was not impressed. Women were encouraged/supported in being part-time at all levels of the organization.

    Yeah. Part-time engagement managers. Part-time partners. Of course men were allowed to be part-time as well... but they didn't choose to be. And from what I saw, trying to do a key role part-time typically doesn't work. You can't convince me there's any such thing as a part-time CEO.

    I don't care what gender leaders are. Here's what I do care about:

    1: How much do they work? Do they phone it in? Are they available for juniors and clients when needed? Do they make it rain? And when shit hits the fan, how big are their balls, really?
    2: What's their fucking GMAT?

  • In reply to sayandarula
    rufiolove's picture

    sayandarula wrote:
    labanker wrote:
    I have only worked for one female boss in my finance tenure, thus I only have the following anecdotal evidence:

    So I'm a first year analyst sitting in a management presentation for this sellside deal we're working on. The VP on the deal is a female - and a pretty smoking one at that. Half-asian, half-white, got her hair pulled back all professional-like, wearing a nice little purple button-up shirt. I'm on the same side of the table as her, a couple seats over. The CEO is droning on about god knows what - some shitty new product line or something. The VP chimes in with a comment - raising her arm ever so slightly in the process. All of a sudden my tit radar goes wild. What is this? WHAT IS THIS? An ever-so-slight gap has formed between the buttons on her shirt right in the money zone? Unfortunately, I'm just out of range for a perfect view. I fidget in my chair, trying to get in the optimal viewing position. She gives me an annoyed look like "what the fuck are you doing?" I quickly flip a page in the management presentation, punch some random keys on my HP-12C and furrow my brow. Decoy successful - she looks back at the droning CEO. I slyly rotate in my Office Depot standard issue conference room chair - a little more, a little more...BAM - there it is. I lock in that glorious mammary flesh cupped ever so gently by a lacy black brassiere. She moves, erasing the gap in her shirt but it's too late - the image is locked in - saved in the memory bank for a more "appropriate" time. I push back in my chair with smug satisfaction, thinking to myself, you may be able to make me do comps, but I'm going to beat off to your side boob.

    Or so it goes...

    normally i'm against the blatant sexism but this is just toooooo funny. +1.

    ahhh blatant misogyny, a close second only to my favorite... subtle misogyny...

  • In reply to bankerella
    rufiolove's picture

    bankerella wrote:
    This is a McKinsey study. I have seen McKinsey's Centered Leadership model up close and was not impressed. Women were encouraged/supported in being part-time at all levels of the organization.

    Yeah. Part-time engagement managers. Part-time partners. Of course men were allowed to be part-time as well... but they didn't choose to be. And from what I saw, trying to do a key role part-time typically doesn't work. You can't convince me there's any such thing as a part-time CEO.

    I don't care what gender leaders are. Here's what I do care about:

    1: How much do they work? Do they phone it in? Are they available for juniors and clients when needed? Do they make it rain? And when shit hits the fan, how big are their balls, really?
    2: What's their fucking GMAT?

    not really sure why the GMAT matters for leadership purposes

  • In reply to rufiolove
    GS's picture

    rufiolove wrote:
    sayandarula wrote:
    labanker wrote:
    I have only worked for one female boss in my finance tenure, thus I only have the following anecdotal evidence:

    So I'm a first year analyst sitting in a management presentation for this sellside deal we're working on. The VP on the deal is a female - and a pretty smoking one at that. Half-asian, half-white, got her hair pulled back all professional-like, wearing a nice little purple button-up shirt. I'm on the same side of the table as her, a couple seats over. The CEO is droning on about god knows what - some shitty new product line or something. The VP chimes in with a comment - raising her arm ever so slightly in the process. All of a sudden my tit radar goes wild. What is this? WHAT IS THIS? An ever-so-slight gap has formed between the buttons on her shirt right in the money zone? Unfortunately, I'm just out of range for a perfect view. I fidget in my chair, trying to get in the optimal viewing position. She gives me an annoyed look like "what the fuck are you doing?" I quickly flip a page in the management presentation, punch some random keys on my HP-12C and furrow my brow. Decoy successful - she looks back at the droning CEO. I slyly rotate in my Office Depot standard issue conference room chair - a little more, a little more...BAM - there it is. I lock in that glorious mammary flesh cupped ever so gently by a lacy black brassiere. She moves, erasing the gap in her shirt but it's too late - the image is locked in - saved in the memory bank for a more "appropriate" time. I push back in my chair with smug satisfaction, thinking to myself, you may be able to make me do comps, but I'm going to beat off to your side boob.

    Or so it goes...

    normally i'm against the blatant sexism but this is just toooooo funny. +1.

    ahhh blatant misogyny, a close second only to my favorite... subtle misogyny...

    It's misogyny to be turned on by supple breasts? He's not implying that the VP is an inferior banker, just that he enjoys ogling her? If anything it's to her credit that she's so well maintained.

  • In reply to GS
    rufiolove's picture

    <a href="http://www.wallstreetoasis.com/company/goldman-sachs" rel="nofollow">GS</a> wrote:
    rufiolove wrote:
    sayandarula wrote:
    labanker wrote:
    I have only worked for one female boss in my finance tenure, thus I only have the following anecdotal evidence:

    So I'm a first year analyst sitting in a management presentation for this sellside deal we're working on. The VP on the deal is a female - and a pretty smoking one at that. Half-asian, half-white, got her hair pulled back all professional-like, wearing a nice little purple button-up shirt. I'm on the same side of the table as her, a couple seats over. The CEO is droning on about god knows what - some shitty new product line or something. The VP chimes in with a comment - raising her arm ever so slightly in the process. All of a sudden my tit radar goes wild. What is this? WHAT IS THIS? An ever-so-slight gap has formed between the buttons on her shirt right in the money zone? Unfortunately, I'm just out of range for a perfect view. I fidget in my chair, trying to get in the optimal viewing position. She gives me an annoyed look like "what the fuck are you doing?" I quickly flip a page in the management presentation, punch some random keys on my HP-12C and furrow my brow. Decoy successful - she looks back at the droning CEO. I slyly rotate in my Office Depot standard issue conference room chair - a little more, a little more...BAM - there it is. I lock in that glorious mammary flesh cupped ever so gently by a lacy black brassiere. She moves, erasing the gap in her shirt but it's too late - the image is locked in - saved in the memory bank for a more "appropriate" time. I push back in my chair with smug satisfaction, thinking to myself, you may be able to make me do comps, but I'm going to beat off to your side boob.

    Or so it goes...

    normally i'm against the blatant sexism but this is just toooooo funny. +1.

    ahhh blatant misogyny, a close second only to my favorite... subtle misogyny...

    It's misogyny to be turned on by supple breasts? He's not implying that the VP is an inferior banker, just that he enjoys ogling her? If anything it's to her credit that she's so well maintained.

    Don't misconstrue what I'm getting at here... I love a pair of supple sweater puppies as much as the next guy. It may be a matter of semantics, but i do believe the sexual objectification of women is covered by the umbrella of misogyny. I am merely tipping my cap in appreciation of the descriptive nature of the objectification.

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    sayandarula's picture

    rufiolove wrote:
    sayandarula wrote:
    labanker wrote:
    I have only worked for one female boss in my finance tenure, thus I only have the following anecdotal evidence:

    So I'm a first year analyst sitting in a management presentation for this sellside deal we're working on. The VP on the deal is a female - and a pretty smoking one at that. Half-asian, half-white, got her hair pulled back all professional-like, wearing a nice little purple button-up shirt. I'm on the same side of the table as her, a couple seats over. The CEO is droning on about god knows what - some shitty new product line or something. The VP chimes in with a comment - raising her arm ever so slightly in the process. All of a sudden my tit radar goes wild. What is this? WHAT IS THIS? An ever-so-slight gap has formed between the buttons on her shirt right in the money zone? Unfortunately, I'm just out of range for a perfect view. I fidget in my chair, trying to get in the optimal viewing position. She gives me an annoyed look like "what the fuck are you doing?" I quickly flip a page in the management presentation, punch some random keys on my HP-12C and furrow my brow. Decoy successful - she looks back at the droning CEO. I slyly rotate in my Office Depot standard issue conference room chair - a little more, a little more...BAM - there it is. I lock in that glorious mammary flesh cupped ever so gently by a lacy black brassiere. She moves, erasing the gap in her shirt but it's too late - the image is locked in - saved in the memory bank for a more "appropriate" time. I push back in my chair with smug satisfaction, thinking to myself, you may be able to make me do comps, but I'm going to beat off to your side boob.

    Or so it goes...

    normally i'm against the blatant sexism but this is just toooooo funny. +1.

    ahhh blatant misogyny, a close second only to my favorite... subtle misogyny...

    strangely enough, i'm a huge fan of subtle misogyny.

    Money Never Sleeps? More like Money Never SUCKS amirite?!?!?!?

  • In reply to sayandarula
    rufiolove's picture

    sayandarula wrote:
    rufiolove wrote:
    sayandarula wrote:
    labanker wrote:
    I have only worked for one female boss in my finance tenure, thus I only have the following anecdotal evidence:

    So I'm a first year analyst sitting in a management presentation for this sellside deal we're working on. The VP on the deal is a female - and a pretty smoking one at that. Half-asian, half-white, got her hair pulled back all professional-like, wearing a nice little purple button-up shirt. I'm on the same side of the table as her, a couple seats over. The CEO is droning on about god knows what - some shitty new product line or something. The VP chimes in with a comment - raising her arm ever so slightly in the process. All of a sudden my tit radar goes wild. What is this? WHAT IS THIS? An ever-so-slight gap has formed between the buttons on her shirt right in the money zone? Unfortunately, I'm just out of range for a perfect view. I fidget in my chair, trying to get in the optimal viewing position. She gives me an annoyed look like "what the fuck are you doing?" I quickly flip a page in the management presentation, punch some random keys on my HP-12C and furrow my brow. Decoy successful - she looks back at the droning CEO. I slyly rotate in my Office Depot standard issue conference room chair - a little more, a little more...BAM - there it is. I lock in that glorious mammary flesh cupped ever so gently by a lacy black brassiere. She moves, erasing the gap in her shirt but it's too late - the image is locked in - saved in the memory bank for a more "appropriate" time. I push back in my chair with smug satisfaction, thinking to myself, you may be able to make me do comps, but I'm going to beat off to your side boob.

    Or so it goes...

    normally i'm against the blatant sexism but this is just toooooo funny. +1.

    ahhh blatant misogyny, a close second only to my favorite... subtle misogyny...

    strangely enough, i'm a huge fan of subtle misogyny.

    who isn't

  • In reply to labanker
    huanleshalemei's picture

    labanker wrote:
    I have only worked for one female boss in my finance tenure, thus I only have the following anecdotal evidence:

    So I'm a first year analyst sitting in a management presentation for this sellside deal we're working on. The VP on the deal is a female - and a pretty smoking one at that. Half-asian, half-white, got her hair pulled back all professional-like, wearing a nice little purple button-up shirt. I'm on the same side of the table as her, a couple seats over. The CEO is droning on about god knows what - some shitty new product line or something. The VP chimes in with a comment - raising her arm ever so slightly in the process. All of a sudden my tit radar goes wild. What is this? WHAT IS THIS? An ever-so-slight gap has formed between the buttons on her shirt right in the money zone? Unfortunately, I'm just out of range for a perfect view. I fidget in my chair, trying to get in the optimal viewing position. She gives me an annoyed look like "what the fuck are you doing?" I quickly flip a page in the management presentation, punch some random keys on my HP-12C and furrow my brow. Decoy successful - she looks back at the droning CEO. I slyly rotate in my Office Depot standard issue conference room chair - a little more, a little more...BAM - there it is. I lock in that glorious mammary flesh cupped ever so gently by a lacy black brassiere. She moves, erasing the gap in her shirt but it's too late - the image is locked in - saved in the memory bank for a more "appropriate" time. I push back in my chair with smug satisfaction, thinking to myself, you may be able to make me do comps, but I'm going to beat off to your side boob.

    Or so it goes...

    Believe or not, I did the same thing to a female superior. She has a negligible face but nice double D's.

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