It’s true, we’re smokin’ hot.

The Globe and Mail published an article last week, titled “The truth about publishing: It’s full of hotties.” I have to agree, and immediately sent a message to Rosalynn saying that I would blog about it when I was in the office today (my–hot–body is only in the office 2 days/week, although I often find myself virtually at TNQ at 11 on a Thursday night), and would bring my camera to take pictures of our smoking hot crew. But Rosalynn vetoed the glamour shots, so you’ll just have to use your imagination, or come out to one of our many upcoming issue launches (to be announced on our blog).

Now, things are a little different around TNQ than at, say, Penguin Canada, mostly because we have a staff of 3 and none of them are male. We don’t get paid to entertain slobbering-drunk, lecherous authors, we just publish them. We also don’t find ourselves asking, “Why would she let him take her top off right then?” But when you find yourself sharing one tiny, VERY hot office with two beautiful women, similar rules apply. I may or may not have declared that I was going to work in a bikini, or that I plan to set up a kiddy pool for us to roll around in. I may or may not look over at Rosalynn’s desk and interrupt myself mid-sentence to say, “great cleavage today, by the way.”
And I may or may not have responded to Rosalynn’s glamour-shot veto with a comment that could be mistaken as a sexual advance. But no debauchery here yet.