I apologize for Paul Anka. I didn’t mean to cause undo suffering, but I believe the damage is reparable.
I’m not very energetic today, I was up at 6 and at a “working group” at 8. Saturday morning “working groups” should be illegal. Either way I was home before noon and ready to kick the day in the ass when I suddenly became nauseous, consequently I’ve not moved much from the front of my computer all day, though the bed is looking ever more inviting.
Due to the unimaginable aforementioned horror I inflicted upon you, I felt the need for a compensatory post.
I was reading through pieces about a NYT article It’s the Economy, Girlfriend. Some of the pieces referenced a blog called dating a banker anonymous, mostly a fluffy little blog which some people seem to be taking seriously and some are laughing off.
I know you all care no more more than I do about the situation of people whose partners are preoccupied with the disappearance of their fortune, the demise of their financial sector job or status, and the hardly real hardships and life disturbances they have encountered, but it did remind me of a post I wrote back in July of 2005, while working for the summer at my mother’s gallery. The post was rather silly and had nothing to do with bankers per say, it was more a mini statement on the social significance one women put on the fact her daughter was marrying one. It also led to an exit line I said I’d always remember. The line was Love an Artist Marry a Banker, it was also the title of the post, so check it out if you are bored.
Turns out it might not have been the best advice after all, though I don’t suppose the daughter had to keep him if it didn’t turn out as she expected. ( thank god for that) I wonder, not often, or not at all really until this post, but I do wonder how it all turned out for that woman’s daughter, and if over 3 years later those expectations were met.
Good luck to all trying to “Stand By Your BANKER Man”.
“Who’s Sorry Now” seemed a bit too cruel.
Peace
