A friend of mine sent me this article from the New York Times today.
“They shared their sad stories the other night at an informal gathering of Dating a Banker Anonymous, a support group founded in November to help women cope with the inevitable relationship fallout from, say, the collapse of Lehman Brothers or the Dow’s shedding 777 points in a single day, as it did on Sept. 29.
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.”
Theirs is not the typical 12-step program.
Step 1: Slip into a dress and heels.
Step 2: Sip a cocktail and wait
your turn to talk.
Step 3: Pour your heart out.
Repeat as needed.
About 30 women, generally in their mid- to late-20s, regularly post to the Web site or attend meetings.”
And I can’t help but wonder how long before someone starts Dating a Suspected Terrorist Anonymous?