There was an article in the NYTimes recently about a support group started by some women living in NYC whose relationships went in the shitter due to the recession:
Are you fucking kidding me?
The one common thread among them is their romances with high powered, financial wankers have all suffered as their men have come under the stress of a market collapse and economic recession. No more credit cards or $250 eye brow waxings. No more unhindered consumerism at their boyfriend's and/or husband's expense.
Here's a quote from the article:
"In addition to meeting once or twice weekly for brunch or drinks at a bar or restaurant, the group has a blog, billed as “free from the scrutiny of feminists,” that invites women to join “if your monthly Bergdorf’s allowance has been halved and bottle service has all but disappeared from your life.”
I know I'm a freak who would rather wear elastic waistbands and baggy socks, but what is the fuck is bottle service and how fucking lame do you have to be to pay for it?
Are you fucking kidding me?
The one common thread among them is their romances with high powered, financial wankers have all suffered as their men have come under the stress of a market collapse and economic recession. No more credit cards or $250 eye brow waxings. No more unhindered consumerism at their boyfriend's and/or husband's expense.
Here's a quote from the article:
"In addition to meeting once or twice weekly for brunch or drinks at a bar or restaurant, the group has a blog, billed as “free from the scrutiny of feminists,” that invites women to join “if your monthly Bergdorf’s allowance has been halved and bottle service has all but disappeared from your life.”
I know I'm a freak who would rather wear elastic waistbands and baggy socks, but what is the fuck is bottle service and how fucking lame do you have to be to pay for it?
0 comments:
Post a Comment