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Talking Down To The Neo-Financiers

Johnathan Knee channels Rilke in admonishing young professionals to think twice about banking. Apparently, Knee thinks the young finance professionals are a shallow, thoughtless bunch, content to drift through the world, driven to and fro only by the winds stirred up by parental accomplishment wake-turbulence, unable to direct even a fraction of the introspective energy required to see past what is effectively a simple, single-line, plotted course mapped out more by peer pressure and lack of true vision than any kind of real drive.
He paints the neo-financier class as too disaffected to even rise to the level of fickle. Too dull to exhibit real independence. Too competitive to wonder about self. Too lost to find the elusive goal of deep, self-fulfillment, at least of the sort required to bring even a modicum of contentment to existence.
I suppose Knee also expects the neo-financiers are too focused on money to pull very hard on the rudder. He doesn't speak these words, but the undercurrents are clear enough. That word "money" makes not a single appearance in his piece suggests he thinks it important to deemphasize it to the neo-financiers, even only if implicitly. This is, of course, a thinly veiled insult to his target audience, like the mother who manipulates the six year old with reverse psychology.
Though it all he exhibits that condescending, caregiver tone that exposes his attitude for what it really is, exactly paternal contempt neo-financiers fled to the open arms of finance to escape in the first place.
In all, his piece is a stinging indictment of neo-financiers, cutting edges dulled only by the background against which it is told: massive layoffs. He draws a cruel and mocking picture.
And every word of it is right on the money.
Must I Bank? [WSJ]