http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.c ... 724D45.DTL
(04-09) 11:47 PDT , (AP) --
Wal-Mart's internal meetings are on display in three decades worth of videos made by a Kansas production company scrambling to stay in business after Wal-Mart stopped using the firm.
Wal-Mart Stores Inc. dropped longtime contractor Flagler Productions in 2006. In response to losing its biggest customer, the small company has opened its archive, for a fee, to researchers who include plaintiffs' lawyers and union critics seeking clips of unguarded moments at the world's largest retailer.
Those moments never meant for public display include a scene of male managers parading in drag at an executive meeting, a clip used by union-backed critics at Wal-Mart Watch for a recent advertisement castigating the retailer's attitude toward female employees.
"The videos provide insight into the company's real corporate culture when they're not in the public eye," Wal-Mart Watch spokeswoman Stacie Lock Temple said Tuesday.......
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http://www.sfgate.com/columnists/morford/
By Mark Morford
Wal-Mart cross-dressers in Hell
30 years of wacky behind-the-scenes corporate behavior, all on videotape. It's a nightmare!
By Mark Morford, SF Gate Columnist
Friday, April 18, 2008
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My new nightmare goes something like this:
I'm standing just offstage in a large, musty meeting hall inside a weather-beaten Holiday Inn or Red Lion or some sort of drab forgotten convention center in the middle of Oklahoma City or Kansas or Des Moines. It doesn't really matter, because my body is not really my own, not something to which I've ever really paid all that much attention and hence wherever it is or whatever it's doing has no real connection to the meaning of existence. You know?
I feel rather pasty, thick, ungainly. I have a bad mustache and copious clumps of dark hair in my ears and perhaps my skin hasn't seen sunlight since "The A-Team" was on prime-time.
I rarely have sex. I eat very, very poorly. I have weird floaters in my eyes, an uneasy pain in my kidneys. My knees always hurt. But I don't seem to mind because, well, my soul vanished many years ago, happily sacrificed at the altar of the massive company I work for, and by extension for this feeling, right here, right now.
It all, as they say, comes down to this.
I am wearing a very large house dress. Tacky, loud, garish like a giant muumuu or a clown's hospital gown or a reject from "I Love Lucy," only this one's made in a Chinese sweatshop for about a buck and a half and sells on the rack for $29.95 and some women actually buy it. I find my outfit wacky and hilarious, despite the obvious homoerotic elements I would never admit to in a zillion years because, well, I simply have no clue about that sort of thing.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0zDMGYdt4-Q