turneyduff 
Everyone wants to point a finger at the 1 percent. “They’re the reason for all our troubles.” “If it wasn’t for the 1 percent being so greedy then the world would be a much better place.” Or so people think. But the 1 percent isn’t greedy; they already have all they can spend. It’s those … Read more
The other day I’m waiting to get my car out of a garage in Midtown when I remember I need to make a call. The attendant pulls my vehicle around and jumps out. I hand him a tip and he smiles and tells me to have a great night. “See you next Monday,” I say. … Read more
So you’ve had it with coach, business and first class — all of it. Are you ready to stop redeeming those frequent-flyer miles and join the ranks of Wall Street’s elite, trust-fund babies, celebrities, athletes and hoodie-wearing Silicon Valley millionaires? You’ve got to fly private. “You’ve got a chauffeur? Well, I’ve got a pilot.” READ … Read more
I was three years into my career on Wall Street before the acronym F.B.T. had any relevance for me. It stands for Fake Business Trip, and there were two reasons why it didn’t really register: One, I didn’t have a wife or family; two, I wasn’t at a level that required traveling to see clients. … Read more
Pint-Sized Analyst
You met him in the Hamptons this summer on a Saturday night. Well, it was really a Sunday morning because it was 3 a.m., but whatever. He’s great. Super fun, smart and seems to be very driven. You were giddy when he emailed you on that Tuesday. He said it was great to meet you … Read more
See I can write about more than just cocaine and hookers. They come every year, without fail: the witches, the ghosts and the superheroes who ring our doorbells. They stand there holding pumpkin baskets shouting “Trick or Treat!” and snarling, no doubt, under their plastic faces. You better be prepared. These little monsters (and … Read more
When I was 25 and working at Morgan Stanley, I remember being at a holiday party. I was looking across the dance floor at a group of traders, a generation above me. They were tapping each other’s beer to make foam shoot out of the bottle. I said to my friend sitting next to me, … Read more
Summer. 2002. 10 p.m. I’m at Mexican Radio enjoying a little tequila…Okay, fine, a lot of tequila, but I’m with some of my friends so it’s not like I’m getting warehoused alone. I hear ringing. It’s my cell. “Get your ass up here now,” the voice says. “Dude, I don’t know who you are or … Read more
I strategically parked on 31st Street near Kips Bay Movie Theater. I was going to see Gone Girl later, but first I was meeting some friends up on 43rd Street. It was a Monday, one of those warm fall days that makes you think global warming isn’t so bad. I didn’t mind walking the 13 blocks. After … Read more