I’ve only been to one corporate julefrokost – you can read about it in my last post – and that one was lively and convivial and fun. But I have hear rumors of a different side to the julefrokost, a darker side. Some people have told me, half joking, half serious, that most of Denmark’s divorces – and there’s many of them in a country with an almost 50% divorce rate – happen around and after Christmas time because of what goes down at the corporate Christmas parties.
The article “Sex, Schnaps and Shakin’ Stevens: the Danish office party” by Helen Russell from the Telegraph – first brought to my attention by my friends over at Heather + Thomas – tells it all and is definitely worth a quick read. A snippet:
Four hours in and I’m ready for a lie down, but the party’s just getting started. Wine flows and my fellow diners’ inner Vikings seem to emerge. Faces are flushed and lips, blackened with red wine, move animatedly. Hotel room cards seem to be being passed around and hands rest on places they shouldn’t – the smalls of backs and bottoms of colleagues they’ll presumably have to face on Monday morning in the cold semi-light of day.