Today we learned that poor Morgan Stanley has, for the first time in its rich and miserable little life, become the big girl at prom that nobody wants to dance with. As far as recruiting goes, Wall Street has been relegated to a deep dark corner of the uncool-niverse. It has become your Teva sporting, fanny pack wearing, fart joke making dad. And none of the pretty Yalies want to hang! What other comparisons can we make here? One commenter knows:
Wall Street is to boring WASPS what rock and roll journalism is to nerdy Jewish guys. There's no saving its image. And just a friendly FYI, any female who wants to listen to an ancient microcassette of that freewheeling backstage interview with the Bangles is now 40.