Oh, well, Peter Greenaway: there you go. :rolleyes: I can’t believe that guy is walking around loose.
Seriously, I’m just glad we live in an age where that young woman could be correct in her assumption that you’d know why she was upset. Time was when she would be the one told to get over it. (Well, it wouldn’t be an online video, but whatever it was, she’d have been told to be a good sport about it.)
I’m thinking the employee doth protest too much. His first response was “It’s not porn”? Well, that tells you what he thought of it as, doesn’t it?
ETA: And I’m sure there are a lot of legitimate reasons to be interested in that specific clip. OpalCat’s is one, and there’s also interest from the perspective of a film student or film buff, comparing it with similar depictions of violence in other films/media, and it may indeed relate to some peoples’ (rather odd) work projects. You can even be interested in it just because it’s edgy and controversial and you want to test/prove your mettle. But the fact that his first response was “It’s not porn!” tells me that he saw it as porn, which is a bit creepy. No, a lot creepy. Not the sort of thing to be playing proudly at work, anyway.
I think he’s drawing the distinction in the specific context of film and TV. While shows and movies portray sex as all of the things you mentioned, they very rarely show actual sex occurring, and more rarely still do they do it without controversy; while violence, even gruesome violence, is all over our media, and very few raise an eyebrow at it.
OTOH:
Let me get this straight. Are you saying that he should be thrown in jail because you think his movies are too edgy?
Small update: IT did their proxy-server thing last night, and I have been directed to give come-to-the-river-meetings to everybody this week.
And the numbers were?
I don’t know what kind of hippie commune you grew up in, you hairy freak… but where >I< was raised, kids played with army men and toy guns (not vibrators and cock rings) and the movies and TV shows considered “suitable for kids” were a whole lot more likely to feature shit blowing up and people killed than two adults cheerfully coupling (unless, of course, they were summarily disemboweled afterward by an escaped mental patient/family values proponent…)
I was a manager in an IT department in local government until recently and we refused to monitor internet traffic unless we were requested to do it to a specific employee by the CAO. Our policy was that we weren’t electronic babysitters and computer audits aren’t a replacement for decent supervision. If they wanted to randomly know what their employees were up to they always had the option of getting off their butts and walking around the office on a regular basis to find out. If we monitored everything that regular employees did then we had to do it on elected officials too. They sure didn’t want that. Machines were automatically scanned for non-approved software but that was because we didn’t want them screwing around and loading crap onto our machines, no one got internet access unless they needed it to do their job and most fun websites were blocked. The rest was the supervisor’s problem.
We did have to give come-to-the-river speeches at all employee orientations, of course. It was fun to see their faces when they realized that we could see anything that we wanted to, not that we had the time to bother.
What is a “come to the river meeting”?
Wasn’t in the email I got, and I have no reason to care. Supposedly the managers are getting or will get lists of persons who are egregious visitors to ElfChicksWhoLoveKlingonDicks.com and other such sites, but nobody in my four-person department seems to have a problem.
It’s an allusion to preachers such as John the Baptist and his numberless progeny bringing people to the river to be baptized and, presumably, saved from hell.
So a ‘stop watching porn at work, you fucking morons’ meeting?
I’m going to talk about sites like SDMB as well.
Wait, I’m confused. It was a faster method to clear this guy’s airway for your ex to drive back to the group to get help rather than unbury this guy’s head there and then?
Great…I clicked on your link and now I have to go sit and wait for my boss in a conference room,
Whose link?
I think that in his drunken state, ex thought that he needed Ray to help him dig Wayne out. I wasn’t there - I heard about it later. Bunch of insane rednecks, that. Oddly enough, Wayne was no worse for wear.
That must be a Memphis thing. Down here it’s “come to Jesus”.
It’s a Sears thing. When I worked there and we were going to harangue appliance salesfolk about selling [del]extended warranties[/del], we called them "come to the river’ meetings.
No, no. I was jokingly suggesting that Greenaway should be in a mental hospital. Joking, because obviously he’s competent if he can direct movies. But I’ve seen Cook/Thief/Etc. and Prospero’s Books, and really, “edgy” is not the word. Something ain’ right.
I encountered a Type 3 at my old job. This was in 1998, shortly after I started working there. On my team was a woman who had an absolutely smokin’ hot body – it was a constant struggle to remind myself to look her in the eye, and I’m not usually a flagrant ogler. The true shame was that she was really smart and very talented at her job, but her career was kind of stalled because the execs didn’t take her seriously (after all, no woman’s blood supply could feed both a brain and amazing tits like HERS… :rolleyes:)
Anyway, there was a guy who got caught with images of similarly endowed nekkid women onto which he’d photoshopped this woman’s head. A LOT of images. :eek:
I found out later that in order to spare her embarassment (with her knowledge), the company tried to quietly deal with it by telling him to delete them and never do it again. Instead of begging forgiveness and agreeing to whatever they wanted, this guy went #3 in a big way, claiming they violated HIS privacy by looking at what he had saved in his personal folder on the network. (That’s right, he had these files ON THE NETWORK.) He wound up getting fired because he would NOT back down. And the crazy part is that he was in IT and must have known that he had no reasonable expectation of privacy on hardware the company owned.
The flap he raised over it, predictably, resulted in everyone in the company knowing what had happened; this poor woman, who had done nothing to deserve any of this except declining to wear a burkha, was humiliated, and her already undeserved reputation as a bimbo was reinforced among certain idiotic execs there. She left shortly afterwards.
I, on the other hand, was a Type 2. shame
What can I say? It was ten years ago, having broadband net access at work was new to me, and I used to be stupider.
Oops! My bad, and my sincere apologies for any implication my post may have made.
Yup, far too late to claim you didn’t know better. Usually companies spell it out in their employee handbooks these days. “Our Network, not yours. No Privacy.”
I guess my recent Type 3 now thinks I’m a dick and has distanced himself from me. :dubious:
I’m ever so surprised and hurt. :rolleyes: