(Above: The Grapes Of Wrath, ca. 2009)
I call bullshit.
The New York Times ran an incredible piece today about the hidden victims of the financial meltdown: the trophy women of banking. According to the Times’ Ravi Somaya, the blog and support group dabagirls.com (daba = “Dating A Banker Anonymous”) is
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.”
Theirs is not the typical 12-step program.
Step 1: Slip into a dress and heels. Step 2: Sip a cocktail and wait your turn to talk. Step 3: Pour your heart out. Repeat as needed.
About 30 women, generally in their mid- to late-20s, regularly post to the Web site or attend meetings.
“We do make light of everything on the blog and it’s very tongue in cheek,” said Laney Crowell, 27, who parted ways with a corporate real estate investor last month after a tumultuous relationship. “But it all stems out of really serious and heartfelt situations.”
When she introduces other Wall Street widows to the group, Ms. Crowell added, “They call their friends and say, ‘You’re not going to believe what I just read. It’s going to make you feel so much better.’ ”
Yeah, like maybe the feel-good story about the guy who killed his family and himself yesterday after losing his job?
I don’t believe it. I call hoax on the whole thing.
Look, I have no illusions – I am well aware that the upper echelons of society are clogged with vacant, grasping muffins eager to time-share their birth canals with the prominent haircuts of Wall Street. And I have no doubt that the post-meltdown world has gotten the attention of these horrible, punchable people in ways we cannot imagine.
There is no doubt that the site is satire – what I don’t believe is that this site and group are unintentional satire. Call it a gut feeling, call it a cry for help in a world gone mad, but I can’t believe that a whole bunch of these twits decided, as one, to seriously complain and commiserate about their “losses”. For one thing, self-obsession and community-building tend to be mutually exclusive activities.
So I know what my vote is: hoax. But what’s yours?