Perhaps we're going about this economic depression all wrong. Maybe we shouldn't blame the bankers, but the girls who date them. Guys can subsist on microwaved burritos and live in tents. But it's the need to impress the ladies that gets us into credit card debt. And no where is this more apparent than on the increasingly popular "Dating a Banker Anonymous" which may be the shallowest blog on the web. I've never referred to a woman as a "douche" before, but some of the contributors and commenters on this site seem to be the perfect definition. (These are the same women who go on Craigslist and complain about not finding men making over $500k a year).

From speculating on the dropping housing prices in the Hamptons, to wondering why they aren't traveling much these days, these shallow women seemed to have missed the point entirely ... they're nothing more than expensive light sockets - limited in their usefulness and only good at having things inserted in them.

There's a part of me that wishes this site were a joke. I seem to hate humanity with a new found thirst with each passing paragraph. Read at your own peril. You've been warned.