Type one: you’re in your mid life crisis. Just bought yourself the cheapest Porches you can get. You have an ugly wife. By no means you are going to fire the pretty blonde lady, or the brunette whose qualifications go as deep as her cleavage.
type two: you hate to the bones that dude who always challenge you in meetings and talks jibirish stuff about Monaco simulation, David letterman model, and Frontiers Land sketch. The fool recommends to sell your holdings in the mighty Lehman Brothers. You fire him.
Type “hey, my eyes are up here”: you hire the sister of the brunette who just had her qualifications ( both of them ) upsized to double D, to fill the vacancy of the dude.