Posted on 01/24/2009 6:13:18 AM PST by TigerLikesRooster
Bash Compactor: Getting Laid Off Is Still Getting Laid
The Fashion Meets Finance Party
By Matt Harvey
Broke bankers and struggling models mobbed the rooftop of the Empire Hotel last night for the latest installment of Fashion Meets Finance. A tipsy brunette on crutches was trying to put her Burberry coat on so she could leave, but guys wearing suits sans ties kept jostling her as they moved past. Struggling to anchor herself with the crutches she told me her deal. “I was running to work to get there on time when I fell. It’s not funny!” As the tiny metaphor hobbled away, a bushy-haired suit eyed my black notebook and smiled. “How many numbers you get tonight?” With an obscene bro-wink he added, “I’m just chilling because I’m engaged.”---
The party was billed as a return to the halcyon excesses of 2007, and enough unemployed finance types fished the necessary change from their couch to pony up for a bottle of Absolut. Liz, a 20-something fashionista in a low-cut black cocktail dress, eyed them skeptically and said, “just look at all the douches in those seats. They’re all so broke.” A line-up of seven models was in the DJ booth nodding to anemic dance music. One of them, Sabrina Roberts, a six-foot Afro-Chinese stunner wearing a tiny creme-brulee-colored dress—told me she wasn’t giving up on finance dudes. “One, they’re more interesting; and two, can you imagine if everyone was in fashion?” I asked her if she had ever thought of dating so-called normal people. She twirled around, took a sip from her champagne flute and asked happily, “How do normal people pay for champagne?”
Far from her home-turf, Futurist post-club kid Jessica Nightwife was sitting in a booth wearing a kimono and a gargantuan ribbon in her hair. Smiling brightly she confided, “I told my friends I was going to wear a bra and panties but I lied.”
After buttonholing several shell-shocked Patrick Bateman types, one of them finally pointed out a tall, well coiffed suit with some scruff doing the robot against a leggy mannequin; Jeremy Abelson—who runs Pocketchange.com—is the brain behind the event. “I’m saying to hot girls, don’t let the recession get in the way of your destiny to marry a hedge fund broker,” Abelson intoned gravely. “I’m doing God’s work, they could wind up with a consultant.” He looked at me without skipping a beat and added, “or, yes, even someone from the media.”
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Good one! You mean: Marry a broke hedge fund broker?
I've been to sales meetings before and had to excuse myself more than once when certain individuals began to speak....I couldn't keep from snickering....not about what they were spewing, but their self imposed status of importance when speaking.
It still makes me laugh...I was there for technical updates on specific product development...uhhh when they would get test results.
I don't get invited much anymore which is a blessing...didn't mean to hurt anyone's ego, but these folks remind me of those in Congress.
I like them, just glad I don't have to dress up for a dog and pony show at work. Interesting to show up to one of those verbal orgies, I mean, meetings; me in jeans and a flannel shirt sitting amongst ties and cologne. It's a pain to get them to understand how something actually works.
I think half of them send roses to their Blackberries & IPods on Valentines Day.
Ah, never want to miss out from latest in-things just like Odacity.
It makes me laugh when these tech-retards try to decorate themselves with fancy gadgets. I see lots of liberals doing it to show off why they are the force of change and future(Odacity flashing his blackberry,) while conservatives are only using "rotary phones."
The younger generations are so confused.....yup the Odacity factor is huge nowadays. Trouble is if anyone like myself have ever met and become friends with self made millionaires (honestly made the dough), they would find that attention is the very last thing a person wants to draw upon themselves.
It puts your physical and fiscal life out in the open.
Yes, if one wants to keep working efficiently in order to stay wealthy. Discipline is what you need to stay wealthy for a long time.
Still working on the getting laid part.
You go to a liquor store a buy the same bottle for $20 that costs $100 in the club...
Well what a take on the glitterati that have dominated American "society" for the past 20 years. The "looker" is as morally bankrupt as the lookee is fiscally broke, spiritually broke and one ventures in terms of this evaluation sexually "broke."
We should not be shedding a tear for the passing of these so-called "good times" which few actually had to enjoy. We ought to be sharpening stakes and driving them through the black hearts of the beast.
Does Greenspan have any idea how soulless was the world he created and sustained; how intellectually and morally vapid the whole thing was? All that he achieved was an entirely new low in human folly. Kings and princes have always had their mistresses, and they probably deserved the comfort in the world of the arranged marriage. Rarely did they trade their kingdoms for them. We, however, have the spectacle of the effort to stage a rally in the high end girlfriend index, confusing the normal commerce between men and women, which gratify and delight the appetites, the eye and even at times the soul with productive enterprise that puts food on the table, roofs overhead and pays the doctors bills. As we see our masters of the universe don't even have the discipline to zip up their pants and go home when they can't afford the next round.
Absolutely. Equal and opposite male and female shallowness in competition.
“let them eat cake” never ends well.
Million dollar "renewable energy" projects are going to be tossed to friends like trinkets. In a trillion dollar giveaway, a million dollars won't even show up. It's time to pitch my idea for solar roof tiles. An abstract alone should be worth an easy million.
As they say there is a silver lining behind every cloud, and the good thing about a depression is that is will knock a lot of people off of the pedestal, that never deserved to stand on one in the first place.
Especially when those who consume the confiture, female and culinary think that it all arises out of some special god given talent or divine right. The glorious revolution invented a machine to accelerate the rate of dispatch of those with no genetic coding for survival.
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