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I was deeply puzzled by this piece of writing about real leadership. Granted that the standards of leadership have declined across the board and in business but for this to merit a story is a road too far. You have to wonder both about editorial judgment and quality of readership. In my case I came upon this gem via LinkedIn because one of my contacts had shared it. It brought to mind the time and circumstances of my acquaintance with V, the person who had shared this post. I instinctively un-followed her. 

Yesterday it was someone else also on LinkedIn who had shared their view that our President was appointed by God. I have to wonder if people are collectively losing their beans in these pandemic times or its just a set of random events. That leadership non-story made me think of stories that did not make the news. This one is about the grooming gap - women who take the time to put themselves together earn more than those that do not. 

Not sure how scientifically accurate that research was but the conclusion is somewhat common-sense. I don't see a lot of men in leadership roles looking disheveled either. It would be interesting to track the wage gap for men too - well groomed versus not. The leadership story and the wage gap story have a couple of things in common - they are about women and they are about nothing. I have been reading Bullshit Jobs and its been interesting to hear the first person narratives of people who believe their jobs are bullshit jobs. Extending that concept, the articles cited here are in the bullshit category for one reason or another and the fact that I would take the time to write my "thoughts" about them makes this post derivative bullshit. 

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