First, make sure you've read the previous post below about "Citiboobs." Then come back here.
Okay, now for the humorous angle on all this -- again, courtesy of today's New York Times, which reports on a group of young women in New York, mostly in their mid- to late-20s, who have to console each other over the downturn in their social lives (and near-term marital prospects) as their wealthy "F.B.F.'s (Financial-Guy Boyfriends)" cut back on spending, vacationing, and the like. [See here.]
Some complain that when the market has a bad day, their FBF's demand more sex; some complain that on those days, their FBFs are uninterested in sex. Ah, poor dears. And then there is this:
Yikes! How will life go on? But -- uh, oh -- it gets worse!
Some women in the group said the men in their lives had gone from being aloof and unattainable to unattractively needy and clinging. Others complained of being ignored — one, who called herself A.P., wrote on the blog that three weeks had passed without her boyfriend “asking a single question” about her life. Another wrote, fearfully, that her beau had told her to make a list of their favorite New York restaurants before the bad market forced a move to the Midwest.
Oh, no! It might be another two years before I get that big diamond ring?
Being snarky about these airheads is like shooting fish in a barrel. There's no sport in it. But it sure is fun.

