To hear about how origination credit is racist (courtesy of the NYC Bar).
Description:
Origination credit sharing is one of the most difficult things to talk about for anyone, in particular for women and diverse partners, who tend to be more junior and inexperienced in asking for what they deserve. Law firm culture heavily weighs origination credits (billing attorney credits) when making compensation decisions, rewarding those partners who are able to succeed at client generation and client retention. This system encourages hoarding of these credits and disproportionately impacts the diverse population at firms. We will discuss the complications with the current system, and explore how firms are moving forward with a fairer system that rewards collaboration, client assignments or does away with credits all together. We will also hear from the client side of the Bar, as the panel will include a Diversity and Inclusion professional and a General Counsel, who will discuss what they are doing to help firms improve. Please join us for this discussion and great panel of thought leaders on this topic.
https://services.nycbar.org/EventDetail?EventKey=DIVOCT2020&WebsiteKey=f71e12f3-524e-4f8c-a5f7-0d16ce7b3314
I can proudly say that I NEVER liked this woman, primarily because of all the times she dicked around with pretending to hold the football for Charlie Brown. But it turns out she may have been up to far worse, as the de facto Karen of NOW.
How is it that this all could have gone unreported for so long? Others must be complicit. We need names!!
Time's up, NOW. We demand action, NOW. Get off your racist asses, NOW (I'm going to have so much fun with this, I may never stop).
It might be said that a freakshow by any name is still a freakshow. For those who have ever wondered at the degree of skill (vel non) shown by Harvard Law grads in their efforts to draft pleadings, consider who it was that taught them.
It may be open to debate whether Professor Bruce Hay still retained a shred of human dignity after the publication of his saga in New York Magazine and The Cut. Apparently, even he came to realize that the stories perhaps did not present him in an entirely favorable light. A less pitiable train wreck of a man might have stopped there, in an effort to cut his losses. But not Hay. Oh Hell no.
In this groveling, prolix (and, of course, pro se) Complaint, Hay boldly tracked down the last vestiges of his professional and social reputation, and beat them to death with his mad drafting skills. Beyond the utter disregard of Fed.R.Civ.P. 8(a) and the embarrassing errors of basic grammar, the substantive allegations of the Complaint tend to undercut its claims. At one point, Hay expressly acknowledges that he has deliberately included some claims despite his knowledge that he allowed the applicable statute of limitations to expire. Because he "had no alternative." Masterful. The simple fact that nobody took away Hay's keyboard and put him in restraints suggests that he has no friends left in this world. His unparalleled marvel of a pleading is likely to make future textbooks as an illustration of a 12(b)(6) ruling, awaiting its moment and pages upon which to be memorialized.
Colleagues, this is what it takes to be a professor of civil procedure at Harvard Law. Look on his works, ye mighty, and despair!
https://www.courtlistener.com/recap/gov.uscourts.nysd.541599/gov.uscourts.nysd.541599.1.0.pdf
My firm offers a very reasonable (i.e. too reasonable) flat-fee deal for creative people which results in an incredible flood of crap coming in the door for clearance and fair use review.
The documentaries are the worst since anyone with a phone can make one. At least half are unwatchable: hours and hours of nothing really happening, pockmarked, greasy-haired filmmakers inserting themselves into the doc for no good reason, terrible sound & lighting, cringe-making narration, unidentified talking heads or voices, manic, poorly designed graphics, super depressing topics and/or overly-preachy screeds.
Oh and tons and tons of crying.
My paralegal and I compare notes as to when we'd stop watching if we could.
She's a martyr and will endure any movie for at least 30 minutes before calling it quits, while I give a film exactly 10 minutes to grab me and if it's a comedy and I dont laugh in those ten minutes, its OVER.
