Wednesday, January 9, 2013
A friend was recently telling me about a work Christmas party in Australia -- an 80s theme I think? -- where the boss had come dressed up as Michael Jackson (as he started life) and had accordingly painted himself black. I was shocked that this was simply taken as a matter of course, as if he'd come dressed as a cowboy or vampire. Neither my friend, nor apparently, anyone at the party saw the slightest thing wrong with this, while I sat in stunned silence and made a mental note to blog about it.