Out there in this great land of ours, the beige-clad ranks of the image- deprived stand in huddled multitudes. They are people who do not realize their hair is too long or their pants are too short, professional people who walk around dressed unwittingly like flight attendants or supermarket managers. Who will tell them their professional image needs help? And how does one begin? Over lunch maybe, with a lame joke? "Hey, I bet this salad knows a thing or two about dressing. Ha! But seriously . . ." It is like telling them they have halitosis.
This is why God...
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