John Steinbeck’s Grapes of Wrath characterized the bitter, restless mood of poor sharecroppers during the Great Depression. Now, a voice for the Greatest Depression has emerged: Betsy Perry, Bloomberg’s Commissioner for Women’s Issues and Main Street’s former “Spy on the Upper East Side,” has a column on the Huffington Post today in which she sums up the mood of restless excitement among non-poor Manhattanites as the country goes to to hell and drags the rest of the world down with it. Quoth Perry:
Michael’s was beyond frenetic with table hopping I’d not witnessed before and I felt as if I was dining on the Titanic before the ship went down. Only thing missing was playing of “Nearer my God to Thee”; Joy Behar was being applauded for her view against Elizabeth Hasselbeck and Star Jones was seated at the front table — like who cares about her anymore? There was too much celebration and even with Cobb Salads going for $35 a half portion, it had the feeling of the Last Supper if in fact that supper was fun.
After lunch she goes to her “pink and green pad-let in South Beach,” where she eschews purchase of a $450 Dior leopard-print bag but allows herself to indulge in a treat from the “old order”: a $13 Mojito, all the while never taking her eyes off the stock market where history is unfolding. Exhilarating!
Is There a 12-Step Program for CNBC Addicts? Nowhere to Hide [HuffPo]