Do you find yourself reading The Wall Street Journal and becoming acutely upset because zero percent of the content is interesting? It’s as if the sole purpose of this publication is to tease its readership. They should learn that every reader only wants one thing: and that is to see photographs of stockbrokers wearing negligees.
Six days per week, the Journal will feature news and opinions, but not a single stockbroker in lingerie. For instance, they’ll print, say, a report about corporate corruption, but they’ll never include a picture of a stockbroker in her corset next to the article. Routinely the Journal will publish a hand-drawn, monochrome portrait of the article’s author; but it’s always just a headshot; thus, even if this writer happens to be a stockbroker, there’s no way to tell if she is wearing a chemise or a camisole. Or she might be in a nightshirt with knee highs, but you’ll never know whether or not she has on a brassiere.
The Wall Street Journal needs to get its act together. Start showing stockbrokers in bustiers. Or at least in bikinis. Readers crave to behold these professionals in their natural habitat looking as candid as possible. Better yet would be photospreads of stockbrokers in bodices and pettipants.
Yes, if I were the chief editor of The Wall Street Journal, the first thing I’d do is remove all the stupid articles; then I’d replace them with pictorials of modern stockbrokers caught sporting boudoir caps with French knickers.
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