Today's grossest story from the NY Times: It's the Economy, Girlfriend, which is about a support group for women who are dating investment bankers.
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.”
[She and other women] shared their sad stories the other night at an informal gathering of Dating a Banker Anonymous, a support group founded in November to help women cope with the inevitable relationship fallout from, say, the collapse of Lehman Brothers or the Dow’s shedding 777 points in a single day, as it did on Sept. 29.In addition to meeting once or twice weekly for brunch or drinks at a bar or restaurant, the group has a blog, billed as “free from the scrutiny of feminists,” that invites women to join “if your monthly Bergdorf’s allowance has been halved and bottle service has all but disappeared from your life.”
If you read the blog, you'll get the sense that this is all rather clever satire, but I wonder if the women attending these meetings really think so?
It's not that I don't sympathize on a certain level-- layoffs and a tough economy definitely put stress on relationships, and people in certain industries are much more likely to feel like they're next on the chopping block. But please-- "it's not what I signed up for?"
Gross. Gross, gross, gross.