Last week, following the press for Wednesday Martin's Primates of Park Avenue, which introduced the world to the concept of a "wife bonus," we heard from an advocate of the WB, who told critics to "STFU." While most people were horrified by the idea of a husband paying his wife a portion of his annual take-home as though she was his employee, Polly Phillips professed to love living with a man who can be viewed as both her spouse and boss. This week, Vanity Fair spoke with a bunch of Upper East Siders about the financial arrangement; almost all of their takes fell under dubious that the wife bonus is an actual thing, with one woman claiming stipulations about how much weight a woman can gain are much more prevalent than the supposed WB...
“I’ve heard of allowances [from husband to wife] on a few rare occasions, but I’ve never heard of ‘wife bonuses’ and tend to think that specific term was made up by the author,” sniffs the beautiful (and well-educated) philanthropist, who resides on the Upper East Side with her finance hubby. “I’ve also heard of pre-nups and post-nups with some stranger clauses included—certain weight limitations, etcetera—but who hasn’t heard of that, and it certainly exists in areas other than the Upper East Side.”
...and another who was downright disgusted by the idea, chalking it up to something that must be de rigueur among the poor people of the UES, or rather people who were once (relatively) poor and recently came into some money.
Another distinguished and well-known Upper East Sider, an older S.A.H.M. of three grown children, who passed through 11 private schools between them, recoiled at the concept. “It sounds so nouveau riche,” she said. “Whom in the world was this woman hanging out with? The third wives of old dirty men? No one I know would ever do something like that or put up with it, for that matter.”