Coming Into Money

Around the country, November has been declared National Philanthropy Month, a time for non-profit organizations to ramp up their self-promotional and solicitation activities, often to the annoyance of the general public. Having spent most of my career in non-profit endeavor, I can easily relate to all sides in this.

The field has changed enormously since I became involved (in 1971!). Like most old farts kicked to the curb and left behind, I’m not at all convinced that overall, it’s changed for the better. Not an argument I enjoy having, and at this point, there’s no ROI.

Which leads me to repost this adventure in fundraising that nobody outside the profession (and few within) gets to see very often, and, given its history, rather presages cultural developments of an entirely different stripe and flavor.  Click the link to go back in time. Hope you enjoy.

https://squathole.wordpress.com/2017/10/23/metoo-sorta-kinda/

 

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9 Responses to Coming Into Money

  1. Private Partz says:

    “Go back in time,” alright: National Philanthropy Day was 3 days ago! Did you mix it up with “National Late Payment Day” or “National Overdue Payment Day?” LOL!

  2. Piles says:

    How about that — we have something in common. You say you spent a career in NON-profit endeavor, while I spent mine in UNprofitable endeavor. Got the 3-digit nest egg to prove it, too! That stimulus check this year was the most I made in a decade!

  3. Jeff Hansen says:

    I once had a little wooden box that said “How To Come Into Money”  I opened it and there was a condom with a penny inside

  4. You May Call Me Pierre says:

    I remember the post from its first appearance. In Europe, it is not uncommon to include a sexual favor when finalizing business transactions at a certain level. In the 1970s, there was a well-known train route between Paris to La Rochelle that featured sleeper carriages just for this purpose. The businessman would wait at Gare de Nord station where he’d be approached by his assigned partner for the trip. If he found her acceptable, they’d board, have drinks and dinner, then repair to the sleeper. The overnight trip was under 4 hours each way. plenty of time to consummate the deal and recover in time for work next day. I do not know if the practice continues today; in the 1990s there was considerable outrage expressed by certain kinds of so-called feminists objecting to what they considered sexism, as opposed to business as usual. A pity. In any event, it is refreshing to see that even in backwards America this tradition had its moment, and in non-profit no less!

    • Mumblety Peg says:

      Men are such pigs.

      • You May Call Me Pierre says:

        Aah, Peg, what you consider beastly many others regard as custom, a mark of civilization and ease within oneself. I have noticed that in France we are far more enlightened and sophisticated about these matters than others in the world, especially Americans. Perhaps you’ll come around, but I daresay not.

      • Mumblety Peg says:

        Men are such pigs, and you French are their King Swines.

  5. Kim Chee says:

    In my family’s country (South Korea), this is also a practice, and it’s a reminder that women should remain in their place, out of power, second-class citizens. The situation you describe in your other post, where women call the shots, would happen as often as a man became pregnant.

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