In King of Capital, a new book out this week by David Carey and John Morris, the authors chronicle the deals and personalities that shaped the Blackstone Group, starting with how its founders, Steve Schwarzman and Pete Peterson, met at Lehman Brothers. We’re told many times that Schwarzman had a drive like no other to make money and absolutely “hated to lose it,” which informed the firm’s approach to risk taking and helped it to “avoid the kind of brazen, outsized gambles that caused some high-flying rivals to run aground.” But Steve is not just about the coin; he, too, loves to get his freak on.
Schwarzman was also something of a ladies’ man, which was no small achievement given that Yale was still an all-male school at the time. He struck up a friendship with Davenport’s dean, Horace Taft, a prominent physicist, and his wife, Mary Jane, who loved the ballet. She kindled a facination in Schwarzman for dance. In his junior year, Schwarzman started a club, the Davenport Ballet Society, and arranged for its members to see a dress rehearsal of the Nutcracker Suite, by George Balanchine’s New York City Ballet at Lincoln Center. Later that year, Schwarzman staged a dance festival at which students from nearby women’s colleges performed. Rosen suspected Schwarzman started the club primarily “as an excuse to meet girls.”
You can’t love the ladies without loving crabs.
if he loves the ladies, then he loves Anaconda Malt Liquor. “When the top pops, the panties drop.”
-You said you gave Mary Jane a pearl necklace!
-Obviously you missed the whole point of that story, Brian.
-You said you gave Mary Jane a pearl necklace!
-Obviously you missed the whole point of that story, Brian.
-You said you gave Mary Jane a pearl necklace!
-Obviously you missed the whole point of that story, Brian.
Where is the bulk of the commentariat today?
Bend over and I’ll show you
Get your girl in the mood quicker, get your jimmie thicker, with St. Ides malt liquor
-Ice Cube, proving once again, that Anaconda has nothing on S-T-period-I-D-E-S
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WcZ3Fs9758E
Does he love Peter Cetera?
*work drugs*
Ah dancers………
-guy who loves chicks who are dancers or used to be.
What kind of a “ladies man” has to go to such pathetic lengths to meet chicks? That’s not a ladies man, that’s a “shopping buddy”. The only dudes who open up “modeling agencies” are dudes who cannot meet models any other way. The only dudes who become Obgyns…
Bess, who would you rather: Schwarzman or an HIV-positive Jamie Dimon?
You gotta lotta nerve talking to me like that, Griswold
Modeling Agencies and OB/GYNs need to merge in order to maximize synergies.
Full disclosure: Long both.
Just to be fair, we are talking about an all-guys Yale circa 1964 (although to tell the truth you’d still have to go to pretty extreme lengths to meet a hot chick on the Yale campus in 2010)
A rough and tumble hedge fund owner meets a ballerina and has a brief relationship with her. A few days later as he getting ready to leave a lunch with an investor, he goes to the men’s room and suffers from the fiery pain of a certain “discharge”.
“Dammit…I’ve got the clap!!” Outside in the parking lot he sees an office for a general practioner and rushes to that doctor’s office. Inside he storms past men, women and children on his way to the reception window , bangs on it and says to a perplexed administration assistant, “Hey! I need to see a doctor quick!”
“What seems to be the problem?” asks the lady at the desk.
“I think I’ve got the fucking clap!!”, the hedge fund manager says in a loud tone of voice.
The lady at the desk puts her finger to her lips, shushing the hedge fund owner and whispering tersely, “Calm down and be quiet!!!” There are women and children in here that don’t need to hear that. the doctor will be back in about 30 minutes. You leave here and come back then and when I ask you what the problem is you tell me you have an ear ache and we’ll get you in to see the doctor.”
The hedge fund owner goes out and makes 20 phone calls, smokes 6 Kools and soon the 30 minutes are up. He casually walks inside and goes to the sliding glass window and taps on it.
But, a different woman shows up. “Where’s the other lady that was here about 30 minutes ago?” he asks.
“She had to make a quick trip to the store. How can I help you?”
“Well, I think I’ve got the…..uh…I think I have an ear ache.” says the hedge fund owner.
“What are your symptoms?” asks the admin.
“Well, he whispers..”it hurts like fuck when I piss through it….”
Please, finish your comment. I’m interested.
- Mark Klein, MD
Was that a joke?
That joke was so bad I may have to come back to roast it.
The gender restrictions of his university have no bearing; starting up a ballet club to meet women is not what I would call a “ladies man”, it’s the 1964 equivalent of trolling around match.com saying you love puppies and long walks. Guys like that couldn’t find a pink part with a roadmap = not a ladies man. Some guys play hard to get, I play hard to like.
FAIL.
real ladies men study pediatric gynecology
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Cobra McJingleBalls
Of course after each performance the dancers were expected to sleep with him and his clubmates. After all, they graced them with their presence, right? Setting him up to navigate the social circles of Wall Street just fine.
http://proposition13.blogspot.com/2010/10/clearwell-systems-chances.html
I dunno– actually starting a real club seems a lot more labor intensive than just cruising around on the net… Early ’60′s Yale the easy way to go would have been to bang the chicks from Quinnipiac or Albertus Magnus.
A true “ladies man” is not a man who simply loves the ladies, right? That’s most hetero guys. A “ladies man” can pick up chicks in the supermarket, at the bar, in the park, at the library, in class (if coed), on the street, etc. I never had to form a club/group in order to get some stink on my fingers
Jury duty. Interesting fact I learned today. It is literally impossible to walk into a bathroom at a courthouse and not think about the Liar Liar scene. So tomorrow I am wearing a Jose Canseco jersey.
Well… isn’t you hot shit….
i’m still waiting…….
Flagging this shit asap.
Striking up friendships with prominent physicists is a sure-fire way to get laid.
get back to work under the desk
Seems like weak sauce. I mean how often do you hear about someone getting his freak on….at his ballet club?