My most hurtful work experience? I visited MySpace back in the day. They made three very large posters for me, my employer and the LA rooftop party, sending them to me, Oslo as keepsakes. I walked into the office, the poster was on the floor in tatters with footprints on my face.

I asked why. "It made other employees feel bad." Male posters covered the walls. How do you think that helped me feel?

Bloody hell

People really think I was first class priv. If that were true, why did I give my keynotes and books to other people's career's? WHY? I wanted my friends to be happy.

What’s priv? 🙂