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Morning Radar: Three things we're talking about this morning

Your cleavage, your career: Survey says: that low-cut top really is hampering your career. In a survey in the Daily Mail, one in five UK managers admitted they had fired someone for not dressing 'appropriately'.

The study also found that almost half of bosses had overlooked someone for promotion or a pay rise for the same reason, reports the Mail.

Trainers, un-ironed shirts and flip-flops were also pet peeves in the office.

What are yours? Share your pet peeves in the comment field



Yah baby: An update on a previous Hot Button tale about a Toronto mom using a Facebook poll to name her baby: The baby has been born. The Facebook has spoken. And thank goodness all the hackers are busy on Wikileaks business - the baby girl is being named a relatively normal-sounding Melania. Full name: Melania Loren Alpinelli.

In the online vote organized by Canadian social commerce site FabFind, Melania received 2,860 votes, a mere nine votes ahead of "Aria" which came in second.The name "Willow" finished third earning 1,456 votes. A total of 2,798 names were submitted, according to CTV.

What does mom get? A year's worth of deals valued at an estimated $40,000. And a daughter with some big questions one day.

Oprah's non-confession: What to make of Oprah's teary rebuttal to Barbara Walters' question about being a lesbian?

Most observers appear to be sympathetic to the TV queen. One blogger wrote: "It's absolute BS that powerful women, especially single women, are dogged with lesbian rumors to try to take them down."

And at Gawker, one blogger admitted she couldn't muster an arch comment:

"On one hand, crying at the very mention of the best friend you swear is not your closeted lover is odd.

On the other, constantly being accused of having sex with someone you're not having sex with sure sounds frustrating, and the sentence "she's the mother I never had" is making me a little teary, and—oh, crap. I've been sucked into the Oprah Winfrey zone of infinite weeping, a softly lit universe where estrogen is always surging and every voice is at the edge of tears."

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