"everything I’ve been dreaming about since I was a young chap in an overcoat, freezing in the cold New England winters at Deerfield..."

"one of those places the “liberal arts” kids interviewed at), I thought to myself “maybe he’s pedigree?” “maybe he’s a Rockefeller?” But no, I checked my trusty pocket-sized Social Register, and his surname didn’t appear anywhere. How curious."

JESUS GOD.

"everything I’ve been dreaming about since I was a young chap in an overcoat, freezing in the cold New England winters at Deerfield..."

"one of those places the “liberal arts” kids interviewed at), I thought to myself “maybe he’s pedigree?” “maybe he’s a Rockefeller?” But no, I checked my trusty pocket-sized Social Register, and his surname didn’t appear anywhere. How curious."

JESUS GOD.

I'm suspicious. Sounds like paraphrased Salinger.

For those kick back in the Hamptons with a vodka-cranberry kinda days, I have a Lacoste polo in every pastel color and, of course, my trusty pair of Nantucket Red khakis.

I refuse to believe that this weblog is real.

Substitute "Grey Goose" for "vodka" in the above quote, cmonk, and it could be a quote from American Psycho.

Crap. American Psycho drinks my favorite vodka? I gotta switch now.

This is my favorite:

Fortunately, the scene quickly changes, and I see my current self in slow-mo, winking and hand-gunning a Long Island meathead and his broke-ass JAP girlfriend as I pass them, rolling 8 dudes deep into Marquee. Thank the Lord for bottle service! I picture my entrance, an expectant glance around and a quick pinch of the nose still slightly numb from awkwardly keycardbumping (on my 3rd one, it really messes up the magnetic strip) in the cab over. “IBD in da house!!” I shout and do a mini-roof-raise.

IBD = Investment Banking Division.

These guys are total Bateman wanna-bes.

All this makes me want to go fetal.

I have a Lacoste polo in every pastel color...

I was in line behind a guy like that at Barney's once, and yeah, he bought every one.

It's kinda disappointing that commenters defend the blog viz. You do realize that all of the content on leveragedsellout is fiction, don't you?

Shouldn't they be playing the part of the preppie wanker's aggrieved clique?