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The corporate city I live in is a kind of
yuppie heaven. The city center features rows of tall buildings that
are owned by some of the biggest banks and credit card companies in the
world. Staffing this Mecca of high finance is a large population
of "upwardly mobile" young peoplewith business degrees and more motivation
to succeed than they could ever possibly use up in a dozen lifetimes. |
Two-income households abound. Couples who spend
their workweek climbing the corporate ladder as movers and shakers have
little precious time to spend with each other. Quality time is reserved
for the weekends. That's when the hardest decision is whether or
not to drive the Porche or the BMW, or at which fine restaurant to dine.
Other than that, getting tickets for a live performance at Three Little
Bakers or the Candlelight Dinner Theatre simply depends on what is showing
and also who is going to be there. Of course, if all else seems a
little overdone of late, there is always the fun of going "malling" for
some new clothes or picking up a new piece of software at a large computer
outlet.
Then there are those wonderful conversations about corporate
buy-outs, mergers, acquisitions, bargaining leverage, career pathing, and
sharing new insights into negotiating skills. Such hot topics may
not be the stuff of romance but to two
yuppies in love, it's as close as you can come. Throw in a little
legal jargon and it's almost erotic.
Now, lest you think this rather odd or too extreme, please
know that this is just one more way in which people relate. Those
who walk in similiar worlds may share things that would not be the common
daily experience of others. People who fit the yuppie profile have
chosen the same path in life, met in large business environments, fallen
in love just like anyone else, but continue
to relate based on their mutural interests.
They use the Internet
to send e-greeting cards to each other.
They recommend financial planners to each other. They walk along
downtown city sidewalks talking into their cell phones. They would
rather buy into a condo than purchase a house. They sip White Zin
and eat sushi. They are having a wonderful time together and no amount
of critisizm, envy, or rolling eyes will disuade them from their quest
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You can see them running next to each other down a side
street holding a bottle of water in their hands. It's their way of
enjoying a romantic stroll together.
They sit together at downtown pubs enjoying happy hours
and discussing their latest financial acquisition. A romantic candlelit
dinner couldn't possibly be any more enjoyable.
They buy each other big ticket items to demonstrate their
love. A box of candy or a bouquet of flowers is nice but why say
it so small when you can shout it so loud?
Their checkbooks are kept separate. Their savings
accounts are kept separate. Their investment portfolios are kept
separate. However, they share everything else in common and would
never think of taking advantage of each other due to their verbal contract
determining who pays what.
Prenuptual agreements are standard fare when entering
into a permanant relationship.
Long discussions about how the finances are going to be conducted when
two people decide to either cohabitate
or legally enter into a marriage is to
be expected. Should a divorce occur, spousal support is out of the
questions because each one is able to independently take care of him/herself.
They describe themselves as DINKS (Dual Income - No Kids)
or SINKS (Single Income - Not Konnected).
However, divorces are not that frequent due to the fact
that those who choose this lifestyle also cohabit as much as they enter
into any marriage that would be legally binding. Afterall, leasing
can be much more advantageous than purchasing. Otherwise, once the
relationship gets too old and is no longer profitable, aquiring another
relationship would be much more cost-effective and easier to liquidate.
Even though I've used some tongue-in-cheek while in this
brief article, those yuppies who read this know that it rings true.
Hopefully, I've elicited a nod as well as a smile in conveying the feel
of what it means to be a involved in a loving Yuppie relationship.
Now, you must excuse me. I have to call my financial
consultant and make a change in my portfolio.
"Uh, honey, before you come home tonight, would you take
a look at that APEC stock and see if you think I ought to sell?"
© all rights reserved - 10/22/2001
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The Yuppie Prayer
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Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray my Cusinart to keep.
I pray my stocks are on the rise,
and that my analyst is wise.
that all the wine I sip is white,
and that my hottub's watertight,
that racquetball won't get too tough,
that all my sushi's fresh enough.
I pray my cordless phone still works,
that my career won't lose its perks,
my microwave won't radiate,
my condo won't depreciate.
I pray my health club doesn't close,
and that my money market grows.
If I go broke before I wake,
I pray my BMW they won't take.
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The mission of this not-for-profit website is to promote clear insights
and toleration regarding the many variations of primary relationships that
exist in our world. We ask for neither acceptance or approval but
hope that each visitor who reviews the pages of this site will leave them
with a better understanding of the numerous cultural, historical, preferential,
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