Members of Dating a Banker Anonymous
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/28/nyregion/28daba.html?partner=permalink&exprod=permalink
http://dabagirls.wordpress.com/
Funny. Women who date men in Finance now rendered impotent by the Fall of the Titans.
The blog is cute. Me likey a lot. It's funny. These women are witty. And sarcastic. Like me! And I'm going to refrain from social commentary here because who am I to judge? I'm not a hater. Not. at. all. Not bitter either. Not. one. bit. bitter.
Not at all bitter that I busted my butt getting a very expensive MBA that intimidates men so much they don't call after I tell them where I went to school. Or start acting really, bizarrely macho or try to prove how much more they know than I do. Really, it was my choice right? Nobody told me to go to a good school so I could get a good job (which I desperately cling to these days like everyone else).
Really, I understand. Everyone knows smart, driven career women give their men too much lip.
I am also so NOT bitter that I spend so much time at my Finance job that I don't have time to be massaged and personally trained and coiffed and styled courtesy of the guy who who sits next to me (figuratively speaking), who then goes out and dates non Finance chics exclusively. As in these women keeping this blog. I mean, why would a guy want to date a woman wasn't necessarily in awe of his profession? Otherwise he could risk her being a bigger BSD* than he is, right?
Not bitter, not one bit bitter.
I'm not bitter that there are women out there who work 8 hours a day plus an hour lunch break at their secretarial/PR/teaching/non profit jobs who sleep at least through sunrise, never pay for their own drinks, got Cs in school, don't have a clue what a Bloomberg terminal is, who have more diamonds and Chanel and Jimmy Choos than I do. In fact I don't HAVE any Chanel or Jimmy Choos. Not that there is anything wrong with those jobs at all...some of my best friends work for non profits. And nobody told me to be a masochist and get up at 5am every day to go to work! I chose this life.
I am so NOT a hater. So NOT bitter.
If you're a DABA girl, more power to ya honey. In my next life I'm gonna be you. Being smart, working hard and paying your own way is totally over rated. Plus I recognize the hard work in the form of gym hours and such that is required of a truly high post DABA girl. If this were a liquid market I'd short IQ points and go long hot points at the open and ride that trade right into some banker's Tribeca loft. Real talk.
*BSD = big swinging d#%k, from the book "Monkey Business". Or was it "Liar's Poker"? Whatever. It means baller in the Finance profession. Yeah, it was Liar's Poker. But Monkey Business is good too, very funny.
Hey, hey now, I love my 9-5 good government job with mandatory lunch hour! Albeit, broke as hell, but it works for me. But clearly I can relate to this post having gone to school for fifty million degrees and am now over-educated for the work that I do. Sigh. I, like you, was raised to be smart and financially independent. So I slaved through a couple masters degree progams that rewarded me with corporate job upon graduation. Within two weeks of corporate America, I knew I was in trouble. Too late though - had school loans to pay off - so I was stuck. So as soon as I could, I made the decision jump ship and follow my baller boyfriend to Europe, my mother, father, grandmother (and the list goes on) all had a collective conniption. To them, I had defied all logic and good upbringing. To me, I was like cuttin' my losses in a job/lifestyle that I wasn't feeling early on. The price you pay -feeling underutilized in a job that makes a difference to society, but doesn't take a rocket scientist to do. And don't get me started on what it's like to be married to an ex-baller. Thank God for motherhood, because the kids make it all worth it and that cancels out all the other B.S. and white noise.
ReplyDeleteOh, I forgot to mention, that I had heard about the Dating a Banker Anonymoust group, and I remembered thinking, damn this Country is f'd up when groups like this start poppin' up.
ReplyDeleteI don't know Miss Faye, but I am feelin' her. I am married to an ex- music producer and lived that life for awhile...diamonds, dinners, music industry events...HATED IT! My man was always on tour, never home for me..I was knocked up and he was "working" at the All-Star game. Yeah right.."working my A#$!" I gave him an ultimatum...me or "the life". Now we live much more simple, happy, and groupie free. Besides the entire experience made me realize who I am..a Diva...remember "A diva is a female version of a hustla"... I holds it down for myself!
ReplyDeleteWhat's the saying? If you marry for money, you earn every penny. Glad it turned around for you, Anonymous.
ReplyDeleteSo, I'm just catching up on your blog but as a former banker girl, who has decided to sit out this recession and get her MBA ( an maybe do something altruistic-like when she gets out) I enjoy reading DABA girls blog! It reminds me of the stuff I used to do (or would have done if I had the time) when I had dough...ahh the old days...I gave up hope for my own FBF, as the chocolate variety is quite scarce and, as you mentioned, often defensive against his FGF becoming a bigger BSD...life does go on! I'm taking a page from DABA girls and putting in my time in the gym...
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