The corporate cunt can be seen in many forms, although usually the individual can be seen prancing around in a boring suit, or perhaps a cheap, pitiful looking uniform if they are lower down the 'career ladder'. They can be either male or female, and of any race. Originality is frowned upon, and therefore their personal grooming styles are very much 'middle of the road', to an eye-gougingly mundane extent.
Devoid of charisma, compassion, and decency, the corporate cunt plays everything 'by the book,' for they have been brainwashed extensively in order to perform their role as effectively as possible.
Man 2: "What a joke! I tell ya - that guy is an A-grade Corporate Cunt if ever I saw one; Fucking jobsworth - He lives and breaths his job. I despise him, with every single facet of my being"
Man 1: "Spot-on my friend, spot-on - he's doesn't realise that he's just another drone, rearranging the deck-chairs on the sinking ship of life"
- sitting in the posh seats
- going to pre-match 'hospitality'
- forgetting how to sing, chant and hurl abuse
- eating prawn sandwiches during the game
- being more interested in the bar than the game