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
This reminds me of a line from The Office. Michael says Ryan told him to always tell girls he’s in finance. So then he meets a girl and says he’s a bank teller.
By the way, did you stumble me? If so, thanks. I don’t think I’ve ever been stumbled before.
Cute line, I don’t see near enough of “The office.
I am happy to have ripped away tour stumble virginity, it was the poem, yes I did.
Blues Brothers? Ohhh, that is just awesome.
Sometimes it’s hard to be a womaaaaan. …
John Belushi. RIP.
I’m not feeling too sorry for bankers these days. 23 billion, yeah with a B, in bonuses for running their companies and our collective 401k portfolios into the ground.
Hope yer feeling better soon.
sauerkraut’s last blog post..Peter Sellers and his Hard Days Night
I hear ya.
It was painful but in a painfully entertaining way, and the pain is gone.
I see what you mean about those posts, that old post is before I started reading you nice, 2005 what were you 10? ;)
You were incognito as” Alice in Wonderland” back then from the looks of the comments. ;
Leave it to you to hit us with the BB instead of Tammy. Thank you, it makes up for Paul Anka. who I think is the second cousin of my great Uncle Tito’s mother’s
priest.
jacob’s last blog post..FBR Open in Scottsdale
I meant to ask belly button ring?? I had to come back for this.
I started reading you in August of that year, just checked, missed that post by a month or so.
jacob’s last blog post..FBR Open in Scottsdale
Ah slightly older than 10 but yeah I remember seeing you pop up about that time.
yeah I still have it, the pieces made that is, and the piercing.
I loved that scene. I remember that post. I knew you were a pistol even then.
I’ve also noticed that “work groups” always seem to involve mostly talk. That must be especially annoying on Saturday morning.
Doug’s last blog post..The Reformation of Wolfshausen
A “pistol” like in I’m gunning for you?
This was a working group on the geo-politics of post cold war American Foreign Policy……………I was already starting to be sick….it just made me worse, no seriously I love it. …..
I wonder how well the banker is doing now and if poorly does the irony hurt?
Love an Artist Marry a Banker – love it, wonder what kind of “catch” she would prefer these days. Isn’t it usually a doctor? What’s wrong with artists anyway, they always get such a bum rap.
That video more than makes up for paul anka thing.
casey’s last blog post..Steele Steals the Show
They do get a bum rap.
Artists do get a bum rap but if they are the average artist without fame they are much poorer than a banker and mothers don’t like their daughters marrying men without money. There are a lot of people I went to school with currently losing their jobs in the financial sector, two are heading to masters programs in the tech sector.
Love me some BB. Too bad he died.
That is a good cover.
g’s last blog post..Bars and Biz
peace bar boy,
you’re both an artist and a banker of hearts I sure.
Mothers always liked you back in the day I bet they still do.
I remember I began reading you in June of 05–around there. How did I miss a “when OTN Cooper was Alice and told personal anecdotes” post? The style is so college student (girl) with a blog on the verge of never discussing her navel. I loved it. Thanks for reminding me why I read so few blogs
I read that article. It was trashed in a large real estate blog I read to remind me of why I no longer live in NY. Trashed for the wrong reasons–girls were considered ugly and not worthy of (probably) fired mailroom clerks who parade as titans of the Street
I always went for the artist and the one I married (though divorced) turned out to do better than….My best college friend went for a banker type who did three years in a fed pen for an oil lease scam….
pia’s last blog post..In his words
Only you would be wise enough to marry and artist. ;)
The horrible version of “Smells Like Teen Spirit” didn’t bother me, honest. ;)
I don’t remember the banker post but you were still writing at dead journal then weren’t you? I love it coop, it sounds just like you, or what I remember you as.
Never cared for Banker types, artists are where it’s at.