This is kind of an interesting story:
A wealthy divorcee has sold her luxury home to fund a new life on the high seas. Mimi Bland, 59, is one of hundreds of high-fliers buying cabins on maritime firm Storylines’ luxury residential cruise ship, MV Narrative. The liner will go around the world once every three years continuously with stops in ports across the globe.
So far, so good, although the ship’s name did cause a momentary twitch of the nose — “narrative” is not what I’d call a romantic name — but the question which arose as I was reading is: that’s all well and good, but eventually she’s going to need some income to pay for all that luxury, i.e. a job. Which is when my nose nearly twitched right off my face.
She plans to work as a mindfulness mentor while on board.
Great Kafka’s throbbing phallus: WTF is a “mindfulness mentor”?
I thought I had seen some bullshit jobs (and titles) in my time — “diversity consultant”, “human resources manager” and “psychologist” come to mind — but this one takes the Golden Turd Award.
For someone hammering hard on the door of 60, our prospective mindfulness mentor is quite a babe; but aside from being mindful of her boobs, I can’t actually think what she’d bring to any sane man’s party.
Unless “mindfulness mentor” is just another modern term for “sex worker”, but I’m completely out of touch in that area as well. I report, you decide.
