Spotted in, sighed over, and then raged over in today's New York Times:
The economic crisis came home to 27-year-old Megan Petrus early last year when her boyfriend of eight months, a derivatives trader for a major bank, proved to be more concerned about helping a laid-off colleague than comforting Ms. Petrus after her father had a heart attack.
For Christine Cameron, the recession became real when the financial analyst she had been dating for about a year would get drunk and disappear while they were out together, then accuse her the next day of being the one who had absconded.
Dawn Spinner Davis, 26, a beauty writer, said the downward-trending graphs began to make sense when the man she married on Nov. 1, a 28-year-old private wealth manager, stopped playing golf, once his passion. "One of his best friends told me that my job is now to keep him calm and keep him from dying at the age of 35," Ms. Davis said. "It's not what I signed up for."
Not what she signed up for. I guess that whole "for richer or for poorer" stuff was left out of her wedding ceremony.
Seriously: if you married a guy because he's got money, and for no other reason, you're a fool. And a whore. Honestly, is there another word for it?
These bints have a blog: Dating A Banker Anonymous. This is how they describe it:
Dating A Banker Anonymous (DABA) is a safe place where women can come together - free from the scrutiny of feminists...
See, because feminists aren't real women. Real women fuck men for money.
DABA Girls was started by two best friends whose relationships tanked with the economy.... So if your monthly Bergdorf's allowance has been halved
Your monthly Bergdorf's allowance has been halved. These women are children.
Back to the Times article:
"We do make light of everything on the blog and it's very tongue in cheek," said Laney Crowell, 27, who parted ways with a corporate real estate investor last month after a tumultuous relationship. "But it all stems out of really serious and heartfelt situations."
I desperately wanted to think that the blog was a joke, but then I read that. They're serious. They honestly think they're suffering because their sense of entitlement has been held up for the selfish, shallow nonsense it is.
Once it was seen as a blessing in certain circles to have a wealthy, powerful partner who would leave you alone with the credit card while he was busy brokering deals. Now, many Wall Street wives, girlfriends and, increasingly, exes, are living the curse of cutbacks in nanny hours and reservations at Masa or Megu. And that credit card? Canceled.
How do they survive? Won't someone think of the stupid, superficial girls? A donation of only $10,000 can keep one of these poor wretches in new Manolos for a month. Won't you help?
Raoul Felder, the Manhattan divorce lawyer, said that cases involving financiers always stack up as the economy starts to slip, because layoffs and shrinking bonuses place stress on relationships -- and, he said, because "there aren't funds or time for mistresses any more."
(One such mistress wrote on the blog that when she pouted about not having been taken on a trip lately, her married man explained that with money so tight, his wife had taken to checking up on his accounts.)
Clearly, I'm doing something deeply, desperately wrong, with my self-esteem and my self-reliance and my unwillingness to compromise myself for the benefit of a man's ego. If only I could be 24 again and start all over...
Ms. Petrus, a lawyer, and Ms. Crowell, who works for a fashion Web site, started the support group when they realized that they were facing similar problems in their relationships with bankers last fall.
"We put two and two together and figured out that it was the economy, not us," Ms. Petrus recalled at a recent meeting in the lobby bar of the Bowery Hotel.
Oh, honey. It is you. It is you.
And by the way, fuck you very much, New York Times, for demonstrating, once again, that only the problems of the rich and privileged are worthy of coverage in your esteemed rag.
Somewhere, the Gray Lady is weeping. But she was probably a feminist anyway, and hardly worth talking about.
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