Given the number of places I’ve been and the varieties of experiences I’ve had, there were bound to be a few uncomfortable ones.  Like being offered jellyfish and chicken feet as an appetizer. Or walking through a market with a bag of live frogs and pigs’ heads for sale.  Or any number of occasions that have led to a queasy stomach.

But the most uncomfortable situations I’ve encountered are of the human variety.  Where someone is crossing a line that shouldn’t be crossed, they know they’re crossing it, and they choose to cross it anyway, and they leave you with some really lousy choices about how to handle it.  That’s what this article in is about.

What I find fascinating about this situation, which involves being asked to go to a client meeting at a strip club, is that it happened to be in London, which is one of the most cosmopolitan cities in the world and which many consider to be the tippy top in terms of sophistication and good manners.  It didn’t happen in Bangkok or in Eastern Europe or even in Las Vegas. It happened in London. And I was left with some lousy options about how to maneuver.

So I did the best I could and followed my instincts in the moment, but I was angry and frustrated and irritated.  And I was incensed that women still have to deal with this kind of bullshit in their professional worlds. Take a look here, and let me know your thoughts.