It’s not the trouble you see, it’s the distance you have to fall.
Dating A Banker Anonymous (DABA) is a safe place where women can come together – free from the scrutiny of feminists– and share their tearful tales of how the mortgage meltdown has affected their relationships.
Psst: it’s not “anonymous” if you tell the New York Times your name. Also, this is a put-on, right?
7 comments
January 28, 2009 at 4:20 pm
John Emerson
I can never tell, but Daba seems a bit like a hoax to me. A championship hoax. I couldn’t make some of those people up, anyway.
January 28, 2009 at 5:35 pm
Chris J
According to Gawker, they’ve got a book deal.
http://gawker.com/5141350/help-the-dating-a-banker-girls-name-their-horrible-book
(Sorry — I don’t know if comments do HTML)
January 28, 2009 at 6:59 pm
Cosma
I believe that blog is an essential chronicle of our time, and should not be dismissed lightly. (Cue Dorothy Parker.)
January 28, 2009 at 10:32 pm
Brad
I read the NYT article.
Either there are some despicable people out there, or, the
Times seriously misrepresented a number of people. I am hoping for the latter.
January 29, 2009 at 7:05 am
Western Dave
I was once a twenty-something in NY on the fringes of that scene. I worked in a third or fourth tier museum but I got to go to lots of exhibit openings at first tier museums. The lower echelons of gallery workers were filled with young women of the kind that appear in the blog. (They were also filled with people who hoped to make a career in museums and were not interested in dating FBFs – it was probably about 40-40 with the remaining 20 percent destined to try out for the professoriate or careers as artists.) Only the names of the bars and restaurants have changed.
January 29, 2009 at 4:13 pm
Linkmeister
Reading the tagline, I think the tell on whether it’s a parody or satire or just humor is the sentence “we did what frustrated but articulate girls have done since the beginning of time – we started a blog.” (My italics.)
If that had read “Internet time” I’d be less positive, but I’m reasonably sure that there were no bloggers (other than Homer) in ancient Greece.
January 29, 2009 at 8:07 pm
Western Dave
Those women were funny, attractive, well-educated and fixated on marrying well. Being a gold-digger involves a certain amount of self-parody. If there were slim pickings, they made great company as they’d go slumming with me to NYC’s lone decent country western bar where they might pick up a horny Navy boy from Nebraska on shore leave and ready to party. Sadly for me, I was strictly friend material (or rather, friend of friend material).