What can you do to get one of these chicks to give you a ride in a black car instead of you having to convince Mr.Singh to let you share a cab with 8 of your friends? Where to Find Them Banker chicks are almost always hanging out in one of a few, crowded, Best-of-Sheckys type spots."It's a character," says agent Rebecca Gradinger, "but it's a little bit of them as well." Just not as much as everyone thought.If, since we pointed it out to you on Monday, you’ve been following the phenomenon of the girls from Dating a Banker Anonymous, you’ll assume that they are full of woe that the boys who kept their lives high-flying and fun are no longer there to provide bottles at clubs, reservations at restaurants, and great economic-boom sex.Go To: How to Act Girls in banking are like wilted flowers.They were once vibrant, intelligent, and full of energy.Social Concierge’s annual membership fee of up to £6,000 buys a monthly blind date and a chat with Wereko-Brobby, where she grills clients on their habits, hopes and dreams to pin down their ideal match.The club is putting on a month of consultations in the Square Mile and further afield in a bid to save the city’s love life.
And nobody can seem to believe that they may have gotten a book deal (including us, since they were unknowns until Monday).It was billed as a blog and support group for Wall Street's saddest cases: the once pampered young women forced to adjust to life without bottle service, Bergdorf Goodman accounts and boom-time sex—the collateral damage caused by thousands of points vanishing in a blink from the Dow.Last month, Dating a Banker Anonymous broke out as the hated, irresistible Website du jour, and it has earned its self-pitying, gold-digging authors some national press, not to mention promises from Hollywood agents of a "Real Housewives"–style media franchise. Crowell and Petrus fill the blog with a liberal mix of their own experiences, anecdotes from girls they meet out on the town and stories from people who e-mail the site, which they make no effort to verify.But hold on a minute—are the DABA girls even for real? DABA cofounder Laney Crowell tells NEWSWEEK that what The New York Times and many other outlets portrayed as a serious Web site is, in fact, a full-blown parody by Crowell and her sidekick Megan Petrus, a Manhattan lawyer. Often the DABA girls invent fresh details for maximum satirical effect."That isn't my life," says Crowell, 27, from a coffee shop near her apartment in New York's West Village.Dressed modestly in jeans and a pullover, Crowell describes her DABA identity as an online "character" and admits that she doesn't actually know anyone with a boyfriend-backed credit card or a slashed department-store allowance.But, despite her eye-gouge-inducing personality and conformist tastes, she has many attractive qualities.She is rich, usually quite attractive or at least has an eating disorder, and has very few available hours with which to cling and bitch and nag. So what can you do to pierce the incestuous bubble of Wall Street, you ask?Crowell was recently canned by her employer, the online fashion channel Style Caster, because DABA had become too much of a distraction.Keep up with this story and more Did everyone get punk'd? In an editor's note prompted by questions from NEWSWEEK, the Times contended that the DABA girls had misled their reporter, that it should not have described the site as a support group and that it was caught unawares by word that much of the site's content was pixie dust. She insists that DABA is rooted in truth—the romantic ramifications of economic decline—and that she and Petrus launched it as a way to poke fun at themselves when the recession turned their men into "emotional train wrecks." "Did my boyfriend want to watch 'Gossip Girl' rather than hang out with me? "Yes." Her agency, Janklow & Nesbit, says that's enough for a book deal.And despite DABA posts suggesting otherwise, she says, her own relationship with a corporate real-estate investor runs more toward Netflix at home than no-limit nights on the town.When a NEWSWEEK photographer asked for a Wall Street bar recommendation, she couldn't name a single one—although she'll have plenty of time to look into that now.