We are under siege by Esquire writer Christine Flammia
"Dear Rich Young Banker Dudes, Your Bags Suck"
A snippet:
"A brief transcript of my own such story:
"So, Christine, what do you do?"
"I'm a style editor."
"Oh, that's cool. I'd like to think I'm a pretty fashionable dude."
He raises his eyebrows and demon-giggles as if to test the waters of my douche-tolerance. It is decidedly low.
"I work at Morgan Stanley."
Pause.
"It's a bank."
I fight the imminent eye roll with my entire being, like you'd fight an alarming wave of nausea in public:
"Oh, wow! Cool! Are you, like, a bank teller?"
Unidentified Banker No. 1 and I did not speak again after that. He wasn't a teller. (Of course.) He was an analyst. (Of course.) But not just any old analyst. He was a capital B Banker. He lived and breathed the lifestyle, the attitude. He was a douche bag. And, like any true capital B Banker douche bag, he carried the bag. The Douche Bag."
https://www.esquire.com/style/mens-fashion/a19862416/banker-bags-are-ba…
People read Esquire?
"Hey, maybe displays of wealth and status intended for public consumption can be beautiful. Maybe they can even be subtle."
Fighting urge to eye roll... so in the writer's eyes, the douchey thing to do as a 20-something Analyst is use the free bag your company gave you during training (which bankers stuff their workout clothes and PIBs in), but the non-douchey thing to do is to spend $2,970 (plus tax) on a Berluti bag? Fake news... get me off the rat race treadmill this style editor is on, that type of thinking and perpetuation of chasing intangible status does more to destabilize the working class than any banker does.