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Twenty-Something New Yorkers No Longer Interested In Sex, Declares Reporter Whose Theory Is Backed Up By Hedge Fund EmployeeBy Bess Levin
Recently, a reporter for the Observer went to a few bars and attended what can be called parties under the loosest definition of the term ‘party’ (“A girl sitting next to a Harvard M.B.A. student looked through a coffee table book of Todd Selby’s photography. There was a conversation going on about Twitter.”). No one had sex in front of him and so he has naturally decided that twenty-something professionals in New York are no longer interested in fornicating. A bunch of sources interviewed for the story who are not having sex, they say by choice, cite several factors for the ‘careerists,’ male and female, no longer caring about getting laid. Read more »
Which one is a mama’s boy? Which one has a huge package? Author Ivana Takitall has apparently slept with loads of guys at every financial institution (I’m kidding? Though I don’t think she could say definitively unless her sample size was big enough so maybe I kid not) and reported back to Here in the City. She claims that SocGen employees are the best lay, Credit Suisse guys are pretty boring, and that the men of Goldman Sachs will make it rain ka-ching on your face. Also: Read more »
Yesterday we discussed the matter of Jeffrey Gundlach, who is being sued by his former employer, TCW Group. The Los Angeles-based asset manager is claiming, among other things, that Gundlach and a bunch of ex-employees stole TWC proprietary information to be used in a new company launched last month, DoubleLine LLC. The other “things” being alleged are that on the day JG was fired, a search of his office turned up drugs, paraphernalia (“bearing evidence of recent use”), 12 sexual “devices,” 34 “hardcore pornographic magazines,” and 36 “hardcore sexually explicit DVDs and videocassettes.”
Now, on the one hand, maybe all of this is legit. Maybe Gundlach just loves his drugs and porn, and needed them close to him at all hours of the day. On the other hand: the sheer volume of stuff just seems really suspect, and as though perhaps someone was maybe tasked with stashing some stuff around the office to make Gundlach look bad, except that whoever was put on the job failed to exercise a little restraint, making the whole thing slightly unbelievable.
Let’s just say Gundlach does feel the need to jerk it at the office, and, being blocked from XTube, has no other choice but to bring in his own materials. Fine. Would he seriously need thirty-six different DVDs??? One, okay. Two, fine. Everyone needs variety. THIRTY-SIX? To say nothing of him apparently having every single issue of Honcho? And twelve different devices? So, basically, what TCW is trying to tells us, is that either a) Gundlach essentially spent every single minute of the working day looking at porn, in a sex swing, with a ball gag in his mouth or b) he was operating a online wholesale sex shop distributor and kept the inventory at his office. And not that there’s anything wrong with either, but it just seems a bit suspect. And forces me to ask:
We all know that disgraced former New York governor Eliot Spitzer is trying to start a real estate vulture fund while hoping to avoid jail. But what’s his former prostitute, Ashley Dupre, doing these days?
She’s working on a reality show, of course. Her show is reportedly going to modeled after VH-1′s “A Shot Of Love,” which features a woman named Tila Tequila who can’t decide whether she wants to fall for oafish men or demented women. Durpe’s show will presumably be about a hooker with a heart of gold who just wants to be loved. And everyone knows the best way to find love is to look for it on television.
Ashley Dupré: Girl Gone Hollywood? [E!]
Ashley Alexandra Dupré’s Humanity-Crushing Reality Show [Gawker]
What is it that convicted sex-criminal Jeffrey Epstein does? We mean apart from pay very young women for sexually charged massages? What is it he does for his clients? The New York Times sent business reporter Landon Thomas all the way to Epstein’s estate in St. Thomas to find out. (Tough assignment, that.) But Thomas came up with only vague hints.
“I do not believe that politics in the long run is about individuals. It is about ideas, the public good and doing what is best for the State of New York.”
Eliot Spitzer, the gangly governor of the Empire State whom federal wire-taps allegedly caught arranging a tryst with a prostitute on the eve of Valentine’s Day, took the opportunity afforded him today by the sudden attention of the national media to deliver that short lecture on civics. Other men–even that subspecies known as politicians–might have been humbled by the circumstances, and perhaps even resigned from public office. But Spitzer is not like other men, he reminded us today.
There’s a certain poetic quality to this final act of Spitzer’s. His extraordinary popularity with members of the press (now presumably extinguished) was rooted in his willingness to leak, sotto voce, allegations of misconduct in the personal lives of the subjects of his investigations. The press loved the juicy headlines. His motivation was apparently to embarrass and intimidate the subjects of his investigations so that they would be forced to comply.
We admit to enjoying the spectacle of watching a man so given to the high moralistic tone brought low by such a misdeed. As one commenter on the New York Times wrote, he’s gone from Eliot Ness to Eliot Mess. But this is not just schadenfreude. There’s a matter of serious public concern beneath the cheers and smirks of those who won’t be sorry to see Spitzer fall from the bully pulpit. What the federal wiretap has uncovered is not just a sex scandal but a dark crack running through the character of New York’s governor. It’s as if we were Basil Hallward looking for the first time at the picture of Dorian Gray.
That a man so versed in the blackmail style of prosecution would so readily open himself up to that dark art is, at the very least, extraordinary. One would think that a man who deployed his aides to whisper about a corporate executive allegedly “banging” his assistant, would be wise enough to the ways of the world to avoid putting himself in a position where he could be blackmailed. That he lacked such wisdom–or ignored it–shows a reckless disregard for the responsibilities of the high office to which the people of New York elected him.
That reckless disregard is coupled in Spitzer’s character with a steadfast self-regard. Even in his brief apology, he focused mostly on how he had violated his own standards of conduct rather than those of the public’s mores and statutes. It is as if, in the kingdom of Spitzer, there is no crime worse than violating the standards of Spitzer.
Where did this sense of self-regard come from? Spitzer is the scion of a family made wealthy by real estate investments. He went to Horace Mann High School, graduated from Princeton and Harvard Law School. Like Barack Obama, he was an editor of the Harvard Law Review. Many others have emerged from similarly privileged backgrounds without experiencing the ego inflation that fueled Spitzer’s reckless self-regard. Even now, the origins of this deformation of characters remain illegible to the public.
If Spitzer were open to the standards set by those residing beyond the bounds of his own mind, he might take a page from one of the earliest targets of his crusade against Wall Street. In 2002, Spitzer went after Merrill Lynch’s investment banking and research practices. After he described Merrill’s conduct as “a shocking betrayal of trust by one of Wall Street’s most trusted names,” Merrill Lynch stock sank, and the company lost $5 billion in market value in a few days. Reading the writing on the wall, Merrill recognized that the good of its shareholders lay in a quick settlement rather than a protracted defense.
The writing is all over the wall, Mr. Governor. If you really want to do what is best for New York State, it might be time to start reading it.