Would I be right in assuming thatnyou are not a fan of zombie cannibal clowns, and not just because they have untidy hair?
It's a combination of all things. Clowns are what comes out when you unpeel a demon like a big, feisty prawn. Cannibals have terrible table manners. Zombies are admittedly mostly meh. But in combination, they're utterly terrible party invites. Just don't. Sourcing the nibbles is a nightmare and they're always sick in the fridge.
I can admit that their might be some value in an MBA (though it's doubtful, a friend of mine has one from a major US university and describes it as a series of anecdotes dressed up and presented like it's science, you can get by occasionally saying EBITA - about five business acronyms and enough money to pay the fees should see you through). It the people who feel they have to add it as a suffix, especially when they're treading water in one of the more foetid, flooded subdecks of the mothership. Samantha Clownface-Dolittle, MBA or somesuch. You know them. They follow Warren Buffett's twitter feed and get busier than a busy kangaroo with their down unders while reading
CEO Monthly or some shit full of golfing guff adverts and men in suits and women acting just like men in suits.
Some people, I suppose, want to be leaders of men. I'm happy with a squadron of airborne badgers and a weasel called Squelch.