http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/28/nyregion/28daba.html?pagewanted=1&_r=1&ref=business HAHA!
cash is king dude…i liked the beotch sitting in the middle
High-priced, long-term, gold digging prostitutes. Their suffering gives me great satisfaction. Check out the blog too. http://dabagirls.com/
wow! Reading this just further lowers my opinion of women in general. I think this is kind of dangerous for me because I really have started thinking that women are not good for you except for one thing. I am glad I am nobody’s FBF.
Actually, scratch out the prostitute bit. I think what prostitutes do is more honorable than what these girls do. At least prostitutes work hard for their money.
wow just wow. This cant be a serious article. wow
needhelp Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Reading this just further lowers my opinion of > women in general. Well, I think there are quality girls out there (some that are close to me). Just that these particular women are disgusting.
needhelp Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > wow just wow. This cant be a serious article. > > wow Read the blog, it’ll piss you off even more.
Ain’t Messin’ With No Broke Banker January 27, 2009 in Uncategorized | 39 comments This whole messy ordeal has advanced my Botox start date by at least two years. Like every other DABA girl, the economy was wreaking havoc on my relationship and youthful good looks. Phone calls went unanswered, Hamptons invitations un-extended, plans canceled (including, but not limited to, expensive opening night tickets to the ballet, which were scalped instead of being graciously offered to me and a galpal), and so forth and so on. Until – the horror of all horrors – my FBF lost his job, which I guess technically downgrades him to just my BF. 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. Seriously. It sucks. Anyhow, he suggested I meet his parents over the holidays and he keeps commenting that half Asian babies are by far the cutest. My take on his 180: having no steady source of income for the foreseeable future, he realized that his chances of securing another fashion industry type girl are pretty much zilch and so he is cleaving to me as the last vestige of his former high rolling lifestyle. Thanks to the recession, I now have a completely devoted BF, which is exactly what I wanted. So I should be happy, right? Wrong. 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. To be honest, I’m only with my BF because I just don’t have the heart to change my facebook status from “in a relationship” to “I ain’t saying I’m a gold digger, but I ain’t messin’ with no broke banker.”
Looks like chapter one of “The Joy of Shallowness.”
sublimity Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > needhelp Wrote: > -------------------------------------------------- > ----- > > wow just wow. This cant be a serious article. > > > > wow > > Read the blog, it’ll piss you off even more. I did and thats why the reaction.
I was going to post this, but obviously I was too busy finding my scores today! Makes me really hate people…
I’m starting to think this is a joke, they can’t be serious…
If those girls are serious, they have no soul.
I cant say that it’s a joke. I read somewhere that in New York, every guy and gal are assigned a market value just like any asset or securities. Its like a trading desk. I also read a craigslist ad somewhere from a NYC girl looking for a man. She wrote that she was bored of guys making around $250K and wanted someone who made over $500K. it was a very well written personal ad and she listed all her good qualities that would make her an excellent potential wife. My own girl left me when I moved to a new city. I was among strangers in a new city in a new workplace. I relied on her heavily and looked to her for emotional support. She distanced herself slowly and a few months later she was gone. I wonder how quickly she would have disappeared if I had got cancer.
What kind of idiot tolerates them?
Guys, Have you ever read Leveraged Sellout. Of course, both NYT article and blog are made up. It’s a sarcastic portrayal of the industry and lads/lassies out there. That said it’s not far from the truth. There was this Fashion Meets Finance event in the City last week: finance guys and fashion girls only. Each and every girl looked like a gold-digger, though I am sure there were couple of normal girls who got there by innocent mistake. All of them were downright confused by where economy is going and why their FBFs lost their jobs.
Sorry to hear about that, needhelp. I am thinking: - NY Times article is more fact than fiction, whereas - the dabagirls.com blog is more fiction than fact (I think they tried hard to get into the NY Times piece in order to promote their blog) There was a craigslist back-and-forth between a gold digger and guy who pwned her. It is reproduced here, haha. http://forum.bodybuilding.com/showthread.php?s=b3011accbccabae73e916a9f986097b1&t=4913653
I wouldn’t stress over it. Those girls just get used during their prime attractiveness years and then dropped once they hit 30. Karma’s a btch.
Trogdor Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > That said it’s not far from the truth. HAHAHAH!