Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:My boss tricked me and my fiance into a dinner party at his house. His whacko girlfriend showed us around his condo- she had taken over the whole place with her weird smelly candles that she tries to sell. Food wasn't ready for hours and we had to have awkward small talk with the boss, his GF and another couple from work who are total dorks. I was STARVING the until dinner was served at like 9pm. My fiance even tried to bail on me and the party with a lame excuse about a flood in his apartment. Our boss tried to get us to invest in his GFs candle business!! RUDE!
Then the GF started getting drunk and they started arguing about a neon beer sign being in the living room. And I think the GF once had sex with her assistant who is an aspiring musician. She put on his demo and kept swaying around the condo.
It was epically horrible and cringey and I couldn't wait to leave. The cops ended up getting called because the drunk GF broke our boss's TV. I was still hungry so we had to get takeout afterwards!
Yes, we all saw that episode, too, PP.![]()
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:The one where my senior faculty colleague regaled us (2 or 3 junior faculty couples, where all 3 women were academics) with tales of beating his wife, thinking he’s lost everything (she was the one with the money to subsidize their museum-quality art collection), and how surprised and grateful he was that she came back to him “purring like a kitten.”). All this performed at his house, in front of his wife (who would nod occasionally and smile.) None of us could get out of there fast enough.
Ew. this could have been my FIL.
Where did he teach? (Gotta know how many of these guys there are/were!)
I don’t feel comfortable saying! But this is definitely a type - narcissistic, womanizing old academic dude with zero self-awareness, often sadly abetted by women of his generation conned into believing his “brilliance” makes up for the cheating and abuse. Yuck.
Fair enough! My colleague is dead and had one daughter/no sons — which makes me guess he’s not your FIL.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:The one where my senior faculty colleague regaled us (2 or 3 junior faculty couples, where all 3 women were academics) with tales of beating his wife, thinking he’s lost everything (she was the one with the money to subsidize their museum-quality art collection), and how surprised and grateful he was that she came back to him “purring like a kitten.”). All this performed at his house, in front of his wife (who would nod occasionally and smile.) None of us could get out of there fast enough.
Ew. this could have been my FIL.
Where did he teach? (Gotta know how many of these guys there are/were!)
I don’t feel comfortable saying! But this is definitely a type - narcissistic, womanizing old academic dude with zero self-awareness, often sadly abetted by women of his generation conned into believing his “brilliance” makes up for the cheating and abuse. Yuck.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:The one where my senior faculty colleague regaled us (2 or 3 junior faculty couples, where all 3 women were academics) with tales of beating his wife, thinking he’s lost everything (she was the one with the money to subsidize their museum-quality art collection), and how surprised and grateful he was that she came back to him “purring like a kitten.”). All this performed at his house, in front of his wife (who would nod occasionally and smile.) None of us could get out of there fast enough.
Ew. this could have been my FIL.
Where did he teach? (Gotta know how many of these guys there are/were!)
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:The one where my senior faculty colleague regaled us (2 or 3 junior faculty couples, where all 3 women were academics) with tales of beating his wife, thinking he’s lost everything (she was the one with the money to subsidize their museum-quality art collection), and how surprised and grateful he was that she came back to him “purring like a kitten.”). All this performed at his house, in front of his wife (who would nod occasionally and smile.) None of us could get out of there fast enough.
Ew. this could have been my FIL.
Anonymous wrote:The one where my senior faculty colleague regaled us (2 or 3 junior faculty couples, where all 3 women were academics) with tales of beating his wife, thinking he’s lost everything (she was the one with the money to subsidize their museum-quality art collection), and how surprised and grateful he was that she came back to him “purring like a kitten.”). All this performed at his house, in front of his wife (who would nod occasionally and smile.) None of us could get out of there fast enough.