There was a truly horrifying article in the NYTimes the other day about a “support group” called Dating A Banker Anonymous. Essentially, it’s for gold-digging chippies women who are dating meal-tickets men in the financial services industry and are having to put up with the hardships of the meltdown on Wall St.
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.”
Read the whole article here – if you can stomach it.
At any rate, it gets worse. Apparently these dames have already got a book deal in the works (“The Devil Wears Prada That Somebody Else Paid For” perhaps?). Of course, Gawker immediately started soliciting potential titles for this horror-book from their readers – and the readers responded fabulously per usual… Here’re some of my favorites:
“Bonfire of These Ladies” (That’s actually a real suggestion, not a fake book title) —Pope John Peeps II
“The Audacity of Ho” —FarleyPapus
“Aluminum Foil Magnolias” —BullfightOnAcid