- Whining about a boyfriend that lost his job (as quoted in Gawker): "Overnight, he went from unavailable to downright clingy. He wants to have dinner every night. By dinner I mean staying in and cooking as Megu is no longer in the budget. AND, FYI DABA girls – chopping vegetables along side your man in a hot New York sized kitchen is NOTHING like the sexy kitchen scene between Mickey Rourke and Kim Basinger in Nine and a Half Weeks... I’m bored and can’t stop thinking about my perpetually unattainable Euro ex-boyfriend who is recession proof courtesy of an offshore trust account."
The deal with the article is that a couple of these high maintenance "courtesans" have started a blog (warning: lot of whining in the blog, but some of it may actually make you laugh at the expectations these ladies have). Actually calling them courtesans would be degrading to actual courtesans who at least have other useful skills from dancing to singing to literature to cooking to being able to understand politics and economics (a subject that is especially useful right about now), plus an array of skills in the bedroom that probably put these "poor" women to shame. Let's then leave it as "gold diggers" as the people at Gawker do. Anyhow, if for some reason you do decide to go look at the blog, keep in mind the purpose of the blog: "So if your monthly Bergdorf’s allowance has been halved and bottle service has all but disappeared from your life, lighten your heart with laughter and email your stories" to the blog address provided. Again, for the benefit of peons like us, here is a link to Bergdorf's, a very fancy fashion store. Definitely not in a librarian's budget.
So, no sympathy here. Kind of makes me glad I am not a banker. And it does make me want to go home and hug my wife and say thank you for always being there for me through thick and thin. Love ya babe.
A hat tip to @ the Library blog.