If there’s a bright spot in the economic meltdown, it’s all these stories about the formerly rich who are now living with their parents and trolling for job offers on Craigslist. Here’s the latest, a CNN piece about an out-of-work banker bemoaning the loss of his fancy cars, expensive suits and extravagant vacations.
I was really enjoying the story at first. There’s nothing better than seeing venal swine get what they have coming to them. Then I got to the part about how much the guy made during his “high-flying” days in the banking industry: $70,000 a year. Can that be right? How fancy could those cars have been, how extravagant the vacations? Was he driving to a reservation casino in a 3-year-old Hyundai? I’m going to guess CNN dropped a zero there at the end. If not, I feel kind of guilty about my initial chortling.
However, I was still happy to read that real estate has tanked in the Hamptons. New York Times Magazine has a story about it, leading with an anecdote about a home initially priced at $2.2 million, now under $1.7 million and still languishing on the market. Hard times indeed. Then I read a little more and realized that’s still twice what it sold for in 2003. And it’s still the owners’ second home. Don’t cry for me, Argentina. Only New York Times Magazine could wring pathos from that.
I guess I’m still looking for the definitive riches-to-rags story, the one that will prove America has learned its lesson and that all greedy crooks eventually end up pushing their belongings around in shopping cart. Yeah, Bernie Madoff is going off to jail, but what about everybody else? Shouldn’t his wife be reduced to turning tricks in Queens? Shouldn’t the geniuses at AIG be collecting aluminum cans instead of drawing bonuses? The occasional stories about fatcats getting thin are gratifying, but they’re no substitute for justice.
From pulp fiction, one good habit
I saw the article. What a pretentious creep. Maybe if he had saved his money and spent it wisely, he wouldn’t have lost everything.
My household will weather this storm because we did what our parents taught us to do – we saved for a rainy day. No expensive vacations or new cars every year. We live in a modest home and paid a little extra each month towards the priciple and now our home is ours.
I have no sympathy for the greedy b*stards out there who are finally getting their comeuppance. My sympathies lie with the folks who worked hard and through no fault of their own, now find themselves in dire straights.
30% of the bankruptcies in this country can be traced back to medical catastrophies, others who fell prey to greedy mortgage companies. Those are the ones my heart aches for.