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Evan Marc Katz is the founder of the online dating consulting service,
E-Cyrano, and author of the bestseller, "I Can't Believe I'm Buying This Book - A Commonsense Guide to Successful Internet Dating." |
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 How bad is Pamela Day at sales? Let’s just say that if she were in charge of selling VHS machines back in 1982, we’d all be using Betamax today. |
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12/17/04 |
Episode 216:
Magellans, Dirty Seats, and Sorority Presidents
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12/10/04 |
Episode 215:
Safe jobs,
Intellectual Horsepower,
and I Love You Too’s
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12/3/04 |
Episode 214:
Oompa Loompas, Candy Bar Strippers, and the M&M Sisters
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11/30/04 |
Episode 212:
Barbie Tumors, Pepsi Dumbbells, and The Honest Truth
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11/19/04 |
Episode 211:
Fembots, Fit Wheels, and
Butt Attitude
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11/12/04 |
Episode 210:
“Impossible” Tasks, Trampled Fliers, and Only Two Brides-To-Be
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11/5/04 |
Episode 209:
Bad Contractors, “Nasty” Boardrooms, and Formal Firings
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Week 2: “Scoop Dreams”
Breakfast Ice Cream, Boobies, and Magic Eight Balls
By Evan Marc Katz
September 16, 2004
Every time they play that music when Donald Trump arrives, I half expect to see the Pharaoh or Darth Vader. Instead I get a $4,000 suit with a bird’s nest on his head.
Raj Bhakta is swinging his cane around like Gary Sheffield at the plate. Think this guy needs to get some action or what?
The women have just come up with 300 ice cream flavors that sound like colors from the J. Peterman catalog. Sorry, but ice cream shouldn’t come in ecru.
Donut ice cream isn’t a bad idea, but didn’t it look like they were just buying any donut? As if jelly and chocolate taste the same when frozen and blended. Seriously. Isn’t anyone else outraged at this?
Does anyone know what “Red Velvet” tastes like? Sweeter than Black Velvet, I’d imagine.
Bradford Cohen just said “my girls” and “grow boobies” in the same sentence. In front of his all-women team! Too bad. I kind of liked the guy.
Raj may be a dandy, but his sales pitch of “breakfast ice cream” is just stupid enough for the general public to buy it. Go Raj! I hear McDonald’s is hiring.
How bad is Pamela Day at sales? Let’s just say that if she were in charge of selling VHS machines back in 1982, we’d all be using Betamax today.
Red Velvet may be “the taste of the South,” but if you’re selling ice cream in Times Square (as opposed to, say, the Everglades) you should probably cut the
Dixie crap.
The men donate a few dollars to charity. Boring. Now if the men had lost because they gave too much money away, that would be interesting! Still, something tells me that Trump may not have been too thrilled. Alas, we’ll never know.
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I think Kelly Perdew has a chance to win this thing. Offering all the money to charity was way smarter than asking if the guys could blow it all on lap dances at Scores.
All of the popular women are sticking together and selling out Ivana Ma. And they think Stacie Jones Upchurch is crazy for claiming they’re acting like a sorority? Hmm…
Jennifer Crisafulli needs a muzzle—and a new haircut. Bangs are so 1998.
For the record, Trump just said that Stacie J. is “hated by all.” That can’t feel too good if you’re Stacie. I wonder what the magic eight-ball has to say about this.
Trump fired Bradford because it made for good TV. And, to be fair, the man is correct…
Who was fired? Bradford.
Who should have been fired? Stacie J.
Why? Telling women to dress provocatively may be sexist, but at least Bradford hasn’t consulted an inanimate object for guidance.
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