West Village brownstone : American Gardens Building

Brunch at Mercer Kitchen : Dinner at Dorsia

Finally convincing some wealthy, aged "finance tycoon" to marry you : Shooting a kitten???

While you've probably figured out that M&E isn't so good for the LinkedIn profile, your female counterpart hasn't realized that the career of "freelance blogger" just doesn't offer great exit opps. Not like she cares, anyway--NYC is filled with rich finance dudes, one of whom she'll totally marry and have six babies with. It doesn't matter that she's 26 years old and barely makes a livable wage, because money doesn't DEFINE her. Besides, YOU should be bankrolling her lifestyle since you're flush with cash anyway and because she DESERVES it.

She's cute! She's smart! She's funny and quirky and "a complete nerd"! She spends $200 on chiffon shirts she can't afford, carries a PADFOLIO she barely uses, and grabs La Colombe on her way to her temporary BuzzFeed gig in the morning--she's a YOUNG PROFESSIONAL. You should be honored to date a catch like her.

SATC destroyed NYC culture by encouraging delusional brats to come and try their chances here. The show glorified NY by only showing cute stuff, like shoe shopping and snow(!!!!), while cutting out shots of garbage mountains on the black slush-covered sidewalks and the rat battalions that love them. NYC is overpriced, filthy, depressing, and filled with sociopaths, but these bobbleheads seem to love it. And if Carrie could make it here on an artist's salary, so can ANY ambitious, talented girl!

Unfortunately for the universe, these girls don't really get what ambition and talent really are. It still surprises me when I meet women my age [or even older] who talk like they're illiterate cartoon squirrels, going on and on about their stressful and demanding jobs as EAs or fashion stylists. Really? Was it that hard to book a hotel room within 1 mile of the conference center? Was it so painfully difficult to sit around at a photo shoot for, God forbid, 9-and-a-half hours, taking selfies and playing Candy Crush? Was it worse than leaving for the airport in the middle of the night to fly to some state you forgot was even a part of the Union so you can work out of a conference room that smells faintly of cabbage or cheese for the unforeseen future? OMGGGGGGG, YESSSS, it was SO bad that she was LITERALLY going to DIE.

The amount of complaining and whining to which I'm forced to listen is truly astonishing. These girls actually think that their roles as Community Manager at a social media marketing startup or Account Strategist at a "boutique fashion PR firm" are more stressful and demanding than life. They complain about how everything "isn't fair"... I don't think I've heard anyone say that in the past five years, other than my five-year-old nephew when he had chicken pox. I somehow dodged being inflicted with Special Little Snowflake Syndrome, so guess what? I'm now known as being "SUCH a Miranda" (the cynical, workaholic ginger in the bunch who just so happens to be the least attractive and most unhappy. Fun.)

So what you have is the deadly combo of SATC reruns offering a grossly misleading depiction of NY to an idealistic moron with an inflated sense of self. This girl truly believes that she's earned the RIGHT to live and play here for God knows what reason, and can't wait to meet her own Mr. Big, preferably one who makes at least mid six figures so that they'll never need to move to Connecticut because she can't imagine EVER living anywhere else (despite the fact that she only moved here last March).

As for this "League"... thing, I predict that it'll die a slow, quiet death. Any human being with a panty drop-enducing resume and a modicum of social grace doesn't need a fucking dating app, especially those of the female variety. If you are a girl in SF or NYC, you will get hit on at any bar, so long as you 1) don't look like a bridge troll, and 2) aren't a raging cunt. This girl and her friends have apparently failed on both counts. Then there are plenty of creeps and high functioning autistic individuals with impressive academic pedigrees, but the super elitist of these (to which the founder is probably trying to appeal in order to boost "prestige") will likely scoff at the fact that CMU alumni are allowed to join. What you'll be left with are a bunch of socially awkward nerds from Cornell and insufferable feminists who only look good in dim lighting, and nobody needs to download an app to deal with that shit... just head on over to any bar in Midtown!"

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2798292&forum_id=2#27234936)

link? moar? gimme

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2798292&forum_id=2#27235891)

People forget that girls in flyover country watched SATC as much as everyone else. They also watched Gossip Girl, The Hills, The O.C., and other escapist shows featuring well-dressed people with dysfunctional friendships/relationships doing shitty things to one another. Fat Midwestern chicks had their "Big" and their "Aidan" that they talked about with their equally corpulent girlfriends over whatever passes for brunch in flyover country.

SATC is sort of the embodiment of this zeitgeist (at least for women), and I do somewhat agree with the comparison between SATC and American Psycho. Pretty much every dood I know who does something remotely related to finance knows what it means to "return some videotapes" etc.

But you know what? NYC is sorta douchey like that. If you can't deal with the douchiness, get the fuck out of New York. And every city is douchey in its own way. This is not unique to New York.

I also know few (but not many) people like those described in the article, and everyone kinda makes fun of them. Making fun of those kinds of people is a layup.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2798292&forum_id=2#27412414)