This whole messy ordeal has advanced my Botox start date by at least two years. Like every other DABA girl, the economy was wreaking havoc on my relationship and youthful good looks. Phone calls went unanswered, Hamptons invitations un-extended, plans canceled (including, but not limited to, expensive opening night tickets to the ballet, which were scalped instead of being graciously offered to me and a galpal), and so forth and so on. Until – the horror of all horrors – my FBF lost his job, which I guess technically downgrades him to just my BF.
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Dating A Banker Anonymous

BARF.

(via soupsoup)

This is a sadly not a joke.

(via freckledawesome)

The New York Times’ article on this group is one of the reasons I cancelled my Times subscription — the spate of “pity the rich” articles, which asked readers to sympathize with a group of over-privileged people who display precisely zero capacity for self-awareness or self-reflection, was just a little more than I could stand.

According to the Times article, the blog quoted above is “very tongue in cheek.” Uh-huh. Tongue in cheek my ass — it’s the type of irony that toils mightily, but unsuccessfully, to cover the fact that it’s deadly serious.

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