Every so often a litigation strategy comes along that just makes you stare at the screen, shake your head, and think, “Did a lawyer really decide this was the best idea, and how much did they bill for it?”
If your defense to a harassment complaint starts with “well, technically…” you’ve already lost — even if you win the lawsuit.
The court held that the manager’s
The Wall Street Journal just profiled EEOC Chair Andrea Lucas under the headline “Trump’s DEI Slayer Is Just Getting Started.” On LinkedIn, Lucas replied, “thanks … that’s right! Buckle up for more…”
It’s… an odd flex.
Title VII protects everyone. Always has. White employees, men, Christians, and cisgender individuals are covered just the same as
“The Equal Employment Opportunity Commission is expected to rescind guidance that addresses harassment based on gender identity. Should we remove mentions of gender identity from our anti-harassment policy?”
Let me answer it as succinctly as possible: NO!!!
Or, if you prefer, let me rephrase
Sherbrooke, a captive insurer for nursing homes, built proprietary software to price risk and underwrite policies. Three insiders—including the CTO who created the software—allegedly decided to spin up a competing insurer and started using that same software to run it.
Sherbrooke sued, claiming trade secret misappropriation.
The district court dismissed the claim, saying Sherbrooke hadn’t
“You deserve someone who loves you for who you are, not who they want you to be.”
If you’re fighting this hard to hide a file, everyone already knows what’s in it.
You know the type. They argue every privilege, invent new ones, insist
You can’t policy your way to happy employees. But Target sure is trying.
Every November 11, we pause to honor the men and women who’ve worn our nation’s uniform. But beyond parades, flags, and “thank you for your service,” there’s another way employers can show real respect — by understanding and complying with USERRA, the Uniformed Services Employment and Reemployment Rights Act.
On August 10, 2001, I fell in love with a band.
I was at the Beachland Ballroom with my college roommate, who was in town visiting. He’d heard about an up-and-coming two-piece calling themselves The White Stripes and suggested we check them out.
When the first few chords of Dead Leaves and the Dirty Ground