Discovering Your G(20)-Spot
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As this week’s G20 summit triggers demonstrations all over the City and Canary Wharf, I'm not exactly thrilled with the idea of being speared and set on fire by the raging masses.
On the other hand, trying to explain the financial crisis to a crowd of
disinterested maniacs seems even less fun than being burned at the
stake. As a consequence, if you’re a banker, there never been a better time to find your frisky inner demonstrator: your G20-spot.
Discovering your G-spot has never been an easy task. Some women have never found it. Some men don’t even know what it is. The spot I’m talking about is not sexual in nature, however, but the spot of G20 rebellious fire within each of us.
If you work in the City, you may not think you have a G20-spot. After years of working overtime, following the rules and dressing to the nines, you may not believe you have a revolutionary bone in your body. But if you’ve not thought of yourself as a G20 militant, maybe you should start. Why be the bad guy when you can be the bad ass? Why fear for your life in some barricaded office, when you can log off, step out and campaign for financial justice? We all know the saying, “If you can’t beat 'em, join 'em,” and with anti-banker rhetoric at an all-time high, finding your G20-spot has never been more alluring.
The upside of G20 debauchery is enormous. Unleashing your latent G20 demonstrator has the potential to provide hours and hours of pleasure. Indeed, for some people, G-spot discovery is an otherworldly experience. Moreover, riots are a great way to make new friends, especially now that the weather’s nice.
The downside of joining the hysterical Gs, well, is not really that bad. After all, compared to the current state of banking, can G-spot anarchy be much worse? The public hates you, there is no day-to-day job security, and most of your spare time is spent arguing with your snarky co-workers about whether or not your employer is bankrupt. The choice seems clear: bankers can find their G20-spots or face the madness of the crowds.
At a moment when bankers have become Public Enemy No. 1, logic dictates that we must blend in and find our G20-spot - if only for one week. And if you’re stuck behind your desk, don’t fret - there will be future historical moments to express your inner G-activist. The G20 summit is just one of them.
Discovering your G-spot has never been an easy task. Some women have never found it. Some men don’t even know what it is. The spot I’m talking about is not sexual in nature, however, but the spot of G20 rebellious fire within each of us.
If you work in the City, you may not think you have a G20-spot. After years of working overtime, following the rules and dressing to the nines, you may not believe you have a revolutionary bone in your body. But if you’ve not thought of yourself as a G20 militant, maybe you should start. Why be the bad guy when you can be the bad ass? Why fear for your life in some barricaded office, when you can log off, step out and campaign for financial justice? We all know the saying, “If you can’t beat 'em, join 'em,” and with anti-banker rhetoric at an all-time high, finding your G20-spot has never been more alluring.
The upside of G20 debauchery is enormous. Unleashing your latent G20 demonstrator has the potential to provide hours and hours of pleasure. Indeed, for some people, G-spot discovery is an otherworldly experience. Moreover, riots are a great way to make new friends, especially now that the weather’s nice.
The downside of joining the hysterical Gs, well, is not really that bad. After all, compared to the current state of banking, can G-spot anarchy be much worse? The public hates you, there is no day-to-day job security, and most of your spare time is spent arguing with your snarky co-workers about whether or not your employer is bankrupt. The choice seems clear: bankers can find their G20-spots or face the madness of the crowds.
At a moment when bankers have become Public Enemy No. 1, logic dictates that we must blend in and find our G20-spot - if only for one week. And if you’re stuck behind your desk, don’t fret - there will be future historical moments to express your inner G-activist. The G20 summit is just one of them.
Here Is The Writer : Ceedy Girl
CeedyGirl is a saucy young investment banker, trading and dating in the heart of the Square Mile. She has worked in the City for the past four years, has a brutal Starbucks habit, and lives by the mantra 'carpe diem'.
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