Thanks to Pete from Nantucket for the tip on this one.
Are you feeling the crunch from the economy? Has your banker husband recently been laid off and now has the audacity to change the channel from The View to Sportscenter during what is supposed to be YOUR TIME? Did you have outfits picked out for all of his upcoming conferences that he told you might not be fun because he’d be stuck in a conference all day but that sounded good to you? Did he have the gall to sit you down and suggest that you freeze your spa membership?
Ladies, your lifestyle is in danger, and something needs to be done. We found a site that will let your vent your frustrations without offering any real solutions so you can get back on that track and become the train wreck we all know you can be. My heart (not wallet) goes out to you.
Are you or someone you love dating a banker? If so, we are here to support you through these difficult times. Dating A Banker Anonymous (DABA) is a safe place where women can come together – free from the scrutiny of feminists– and share their tearful tales of how the mortgage meltdown has affected their relationships. DABA Girls was started by two best friends whose relationships tanked with the economy. Not knowing what else to do, we did what frustrated but articulate girls have done since the beginning of time – we started a blog. So if your monthly Bergdorf’s allowance has been halved and bottle service has all but disappeared from your life, lighten your heart with laughter and email your stories to dabagirls@gmail.com. Warning all stories sent will be infused with our own special brand of DABA Girl humor.
But could the whole thing be a scam? Linda Holmes from NPR is not buying it, especially since rumors are swirling that they just landed a book deal.
Linda writes:
Isn’t it totally obvious that this is a put-on? Isn’t it totally obvious that the “support group” reported on in the Times doesn’t exist, that these are three women — two writers and an attorney — who figured out how to tap our deep societal hatred of the recession and hatred of privileged women who get away with everything, and to combine it into a big giant phenomenon that would produce so much instant vitriol that they would absolutely, definitely get a book deal?
Ridiculously entitled cry for help, or genius promotion plan that Punk’d the New York Times? What do you think?
on Apr 13th, 2010
I'm convinced I sometimes see the “real world” pixellate. I suspect it too is virtual.