Oh, look, someone started "Dating a Banker Anonymous," where vapid women meet to whine about the empty lives they chose and the broke, impotent men they are now stuck with.
These women, some of the worst specimens on the face of the planet, get together for brunch or drinks, where they give quotes like these to the New York Times:
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.”
Then there's the ghastly and hilarious website, full of tales like this, about a boyfriend who lost his banking job:
Overnight, he went from unavailable to downright clingy. He wants to have dinner every night. By dinner I mean staying in and cooking as Megu is no longer in the budget. AND, FYI DABA girls – chopping vegetables along side your man in a hot New York sized kitchen is NOTHING like the sexy kitchen scene between Mickey Rourke and Kim Basinger in Nine and a Half Weeks... I’m bored and can’t stop thinking about my perpetually unattainable Euro ex-boyfriend who is recession proof courtesy of an offshore trust account.
At least the loathsome lamenters get told off sometimes. Here's a mistress chatting with her john/lover:
Me *pouting*: You haven’t taken me on a trip since we went to Bermuda in September. What’s going on?
Charles: Honey, finances are tight right now so my wife has taken it upon herself to check up on all of our accounts. She will notice any big expenditures.
Me *cute voice*: Wellllllllllllll, what are you going to do to make it up to me?
Charles: Can we talk later sweetheart? I’m really busy right now.
Me: No. Give me an answer NOW. Don’t you realize what you have? I’m way too hot to be treated like this. (Disclaimer: Yes, I come across as bratty here, but it typically works when trying to get something out of him)
Charles *yelling for the first time in our almost two-year relationship*: I’VE GOT TO FIRE TWENTY PEOPLE BY THE END OF THE WEEK. Z has four kids, X just had a baby girl, Y just sent his son to college and I’ve got to get rid of two of those guys… and you’re complaining about vacations and dinner? God, you are so 24! GROW UP!
You have to hand it to the banker girls who started the Dating A Banker Anonymous blog, though: Their instincts for financial exploitation are keen and enduring. Ostensibly the hub of a support network, the site will be of wider interest as a vehicle for schadenfreude. If there's anyone who deserves to suffer under this imploding caste of spoiled harpies, after all, it's their boyfriends and ex-lovers, the bankers who spent their economic plunder as carelessly as they hoarded it.