Unfortunately, these monarchs in patent leather shoes don’t stop there. If your murderous pen bothers them, they’ll attack the most precious thing you have: your children. Yes, these virtuous merchants of dreams are turning into modern-day inquisitors, blacklisting your descendants from all the headhunting agencies and companies in their group. Guilty by descent, heretics by birth, condemned to professional exile even before their first CV.
And what can we say about these CEOs, these lacklustre kings of Toledo, so ugly in their tyrannical grandeur? Unable to bear the slightest criticism, they rule by soft terror, a totalitarianism scented with vanilla and oud. They won’t send you to the Gulag, but they’ll make sure that nobody looks at you, reads you or hires you.
We live in a wonderful time, when the big luxury houses sell us the dream while imposing the nightmare. Their advertising campaigns extol inclusion, freedom and creativity, but beware of anyone who dares to lift the veil on the filth hidden beneath the Persian carpets of their gilded boutiques. Continue reading