Because I think that I can say with some certainty that, on the Great List of People and Groups Whose Economic Status I’m Worrying About*, the wives, girlfriends, and mistresses of suddenly-anxious Wall Street financial types is somewhere on the part of the sheet still left in the printer when I ripped out the list in a hurry on my way out the door. Extra credit for the blog, which I cannot make myself link to. I’ve tried. It just ain’t happening.
I suggest that they start dating electricians. If the electricians are interested, of course. Although Allahpundit’s apparently willing to take the hit for the team…
PS: My wife’s response to the story? She started singing this:
Which is harsh, not to mention ironic. After all, the song’s about people who are actually contributing something to society; it seems unfair to connect it to the club above…
*The top of my list? My mom, of course. Not that she’s in trouble – if she was, she’d be living with us right now – but because she’s, you know, my mom.
Crossposted at Moe Lane.