Angry McCann Erickson ad agency executive Nina Disesa reminisced fondly to the press today about her former colleague Paul Tilley, who committed suicide late last week. She commended his wisdom and sense of humor. Kind words, and quite a contrast to her assessment of anti-Tilley bloggers as hateful, bitter losers. It's worth pointing out, amidst all the hubbub, that Disesa is currently flogging her book, "Seducing The Boys Club," about how to survive and thrive as a woman in a man's world. Its observations seem to have informed her blog-relations tactics. Below, some of Disesa's top "practical, outrageous, and even controversial maxims" for dealing with men—the dogs!
• Learn to appreciate men. Men like women who like them.• Remember that women are biologically wired to succeed.
• Don't assume that men never listen. They listen like a dog does.
• Screw the rules. Make up your own.








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Most importantly, "Remember to look up and smile while you're blowing them."
Those maxims aren't too bad, really...
Her sweater is, though.
What new, interesting, not at all hackneyed or cliche advice!
99 red balloons go by
She's right. Men like women who like doggie style. Is that what she said? I stopped listening.
"When a man comes up to talk to you in a meeting, throw your cup of water in his face, jump on top of the conference table, recite Ophelia's madness monologue, pull a scroll out of your vagina and then shred it in the company shredder."
Wonder when she finds time to moderate her blog for the book.
"They listen like dogs"???
Here's some reciprocal advice about women, from my book Seducing The Girl's Club, about how to survive as a man:
They often have periods, which make them sad. They like shopping and chocolate though! Women cry at any provocation, and sometimes for no reason at all. If this happens, just pat the woman in question gently on the head and tell her she's a good girl.
Incorrect spelling of Nina's name is Diseas or Dissed - so I will dis her disease of sandpaper lips, and pray she never smiles up at me.
They pee like dogs too.
@EphraimGadsby: All of this is true about me, except replace "shoes" and "chocolate" with "fucking" and "booze."
It's amazing what one can learn from playing the first lady in Independence Day
The rules say that a gentleman should never disparage the character of a lady. But! I'm going to follow this sweetheart's advice and screw that particular rule. And, I'm also going to make my own: a gentleman may inform a lady that she is a bubbling cauldron of misandry, and probably needs a new battery in her Purple Penetrator, and that if she thinks men listen like dogs, she's probably one of those women who listens like cats.
@TheNewBlack: THAT's where I saw her before! Died in the back of a pickup truck, right?
@Michael Jahn: Did she die in that flick? I never actually saw the whole thing. I personally remember that actress better as Nick Nolte's ex in Blue Chips, but I didn't want to expose the delicate Gawkerazi to my lame-o taste in movies.
@Michael Jahn: Died because she was a bad mommy who wasn't home with her family when the nasty aliens attacked. THAT'll show ya.
In my experience, Men never like the Women that like them, they like the hot pant wearing, soco shooting, blonde-haired slut monkeys who like EVERYONE, leaving the Women that like them in the corner wondering if it's worth the effort even to shave her legs this week so maybe she'll grow it all out and find a hippie who loves her for her except she likes to eat meat so then he'll dump her for some vegan named Summer and she'll be left back where she started except hairy and smelling like beans and will then find out that while she was gone with Moonbeam Firefly, the man she likes took up with homely little Janice from accounting.
I mean, in theory.
@Goober_Pea: What's her email address?
@Goober_Pea:
see, that's where you're wrong.
Men like the women who can drink Philadelphia Whiskey, the greatest of the "fuck. i hate life." whiskies.
She died five years ago and is preserved by diet coke and dental floss.
When she first went to McCann, it was (well really, all of Interpublic was) gaggingly, horrifically old-boys-club. So she must have done something right. But it's hard to imagine those old dogs (Phil Geier, John Bergin, John Dooner) falling for a pile of shit like she's shoveling in this book.
I thought she was really hard on Sweet Pea during the candy challenge.
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