Ivanna Gabbalot

Part legend, part myth, all woman: Ivanna Gabbalot is OJ’s gossip columnist and considers herself the industry’s conscience. Equally annoying to Open Jaw management and inflated egos in C-suites everywhere, Ivanna works infrequently, preferring to snipe from the sidelines.

Jean Marc, you gorgeous dahrling man, so classy of you to talk retirement when you are still in your prime of vigour and manliness. That brain of yours still fills me with swells of your business acumen. What will become…

Pumpkins, I may be changing my mind about consumers. I hate to admit it, but two have redeemed themselves as soaring high above the sober masses. Case in point. I’m reading about a brave woman who has taken on Princess…

The old estrogen pit at OJ world headquarters is looking more like a dried up prune pit these days. Vats of progesterone cream keep being delivered for the remaining dinkette to slather on in hope of staving off the inevitable.…

For those of us born sans-penis, dahrlings, the lack of a member tends to limit membership. It’s not news down in the estrogen pit that in the upper echelons of business, the rooster rules. But, lo, what is that, Pumpkins?…

WestJet is finally baring it’s teeth, dahrlings, with a predatory ‘swooping in’ on the competition. Their new ULCC heralds the end of Mr Nice Guy. Hello “Swoop”!  I can’t imagine how many lateral thinking exercises went into finalizing the name. JetSwoop.…

Good lord, Pumpkins. Sears Travel – say it ain’t over! That name used to be somebody. That contract meant something. Volume was yours. Size mattered. For decades, Sears was synonymous with moving the needle. And training tomorrow’s players. And windswept conferences…

I’m under the couch waiting for the whole thing to blow over, dahrlings ….hmm a little grey pill here. What’s the harm. Anyhoo, I’m not usually gay, or black, or jewish (a touch trans, perhaps) but holy alternate universe, Pumpkins,…

Dear Ann, How are you? From the twitter storm you’ve unleashed, dahrling, I see you didn’t like your seat on a recent Delta flight. Bummer. Especially since you paid the $30 to secure an exit row for those fabulous long…

You know how it is when your BFF takes a soak in her Pinot and out spills “if it weren’t for that scank, Johnny would still be with me!”? Again. For the first few years, you wipe her snot and…