Hi, I'm Beth, and I'm Dating an I-Banker
Support group for material girls offers comfort during recession.
It's a romantic formula that's withstood the test of time: A prosperous -- albeit emotionally unavailable -- male wins the heart of a physically attractive female on the strength of his bank account and the promise of little-to-no work in her future. The union relies very much on the man keeping his job and the woman keeping her looks.
Inevitably, the threadbare connection breaks down once one party loses their collateral. And this year, as the financial services industry has faltered in ways only few thought imaginable, the men have been the ones coming up short.
The result? Thousands of New York City wives, girlfriends and mistresses are feeling neglected. Fewer Prada bags dangle in the closet, Hamptons retreats go unbooked and bottle service is largely a thing of the past. (Remember: This is where the vastest wealth was created - and the site where much of it is now being lost.)
Which is exactly why Laney Crowell and Megan Petrus started a support group aimed at the scores of vacuous women who have lost -- and stand to lose -- in the Great Wall Street Shakeout. In November, as the Dow Jones Industrial Average was daily sinking like a stone, the two self-professed "frustrated but articulate" women conceived of Dating a Banker Anonymous.
Members meet once or twice a week to drink and commiserate over the perils of maintaining relationships with financiers. Coping with an unemployed investment banker whose mind is mostly on finding a new job is a little easier when surrounded by overindulged peers.
For those who can't squeeze the gripe sessions into their taxing mani-pedi schedules, Dating a Banker Anonymous also has a totally obnoxious blog that exposes the harsh reality of life in the absence of coveted restaurant reservations. Reader comments offer additional support to the ladies whose husbands and boyfriends, they allege, have grown clingy and unmanly amid all the uncertainty and joblessness.
The New York Times, which reported the story, didn't pay much attention to the tongue-and-cheek humor found in many of the blog entries. For example:
I'm bored and can't stop thinking about my perpetually unattainable ex-boyfriend who is recession proof courtesy of an offshore trust account. To be honest, I'm only with my [current boyfriend] because I just don't have the heart to change my Facebook status from "In a relationship" to "I ain't saying I'm a gold digger, but I ain't messin' with no broke banker."
Or maybe the Times just didn't find it altogether that funny. Levity can't entirely disguise the stomach-turning sense of entitlement that post-hedge fund Manhattan created.
Editor's note: Minyanville isn't responsible for the soul-cleansing sprees of violence that may erupt after reading the blog.
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