November 13, 2002

silhouette3.JPG From the desk of Jane Galt:

We be bad. . . not

This is why I love Elizabeth Spiers. She knows her numbers. Yet she brings a refreshing dose of reality to the high-priced primate zoo that is the investment banking industry:

Let's put things into perspective. These guys are bad-asses. They speak several languages, can run for days carrying heavy loads without sleep, freefall out of planes, blow things up, chase terrorists, and can probably build small vacation houses out of toothpicks, a few alkaline batteries, and dental floss. You, by comparison, punch numbers into spreadsheets. On a really exciting day you get to use an aggressive discount rate. You are not a bad-ass.

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But perhaps I'm being unfair. The junior analysts can't help it. The culture reinforces the arrogance. Bulge bracket banks spend all day abusing their junior analysts then reward them with gargantuan paychecks, dinners at chic restaurants, car services, and a variety of other desirable perqs. This allows the junior analyst to less-painfully weather the abuse from his superiors by affording him the luxury of being equally condescending and abusive to less well-paid peers.


I'm not kidding about the primate part. During my summer at Merrill Lynch, I was repeatedly struck by how closely an investment banking group resembles the chimp tribes you see in documentaries. The hierarchy is rigidly delineated, with the elder bankers strutting around, hurling abuse at anyone who seems to challenge their will to power, while the young ones simultaneously seek to appease and overthrow them. You haven't had a good belly laugh until you've watched a 30 year-old man in a Brooks Brothers suit walk quietly up behind his MD while the alpha male is, say, standing at the Bloomberg terminal. The deliberately subservient posture. . . head bowed, shoulders hunched inward, knees slightly bent to make them look smaller. . . combined with the position behind and to the right, the utter silence and stillness maintained until the alpha male deigns to turn and acknowlege the young primate's presence . . . Jane Goodall didn't need to go all the way to Africa to watch apes thump their chests.

Perhaps because the hierarchy has brought them so close to their primate roots, the young investment banking males seem to believe that they are engaged in an activity very akin to combat survival, except, you know, catered. And I can't help but feel that most Navy SEALS don't spend all that much time waiting for the next guy in the chain of command to decide whether they can use an 11 point font for their flow-charts. Nonetheless, from the way they talk, you would think that they spent their days storming enemy bunkers barehanded. One banker I used to observe liked to hurl useless make-work at his analysts with the phrase "incoming", to which he had trained them to respond "Lock and Load, commander!" Now, I know a few combat military types. Not one of them has ever, to my knowlege, thrown anything at anyone shouting "incoming", probably because the people they work with are trained to respond to that not with silly movie phrases, but grenades.

When you think about it, it's hard to blame the guy who told you to buy Enron, when he's delusional enough to buy his own BS.

Posted by Jane Galt at November 13, 2002 09:48 PM | TrackBack | Technorati inbound links
Comments

Interesting. I am an attorney. I am between jobs. My last was working for a senior partner who did insurance/med-mal defense. I was called on the carpet regularly for my sins. I remember being told (before I was canned) that I would act in those skinning sessions as if it was the partner's fault for the error I was being skinned for rather than mine (the skinner's, not the skinnee's, as it were). My reply was non-committal ("I am sure I wasn't aware of that."). Of course I was aware. It is just that I am 36 and, God Damn It, I am not scared of a two bit tin tyrant anymore - what, did he think I was, 17? What was he going to do, bite me? Well, he fired me and I am still on the pavement. And to this day, though I look financial annihilation in the eye, I am certain that I did the right thing in getting let go. Sorry, if after all these years he needs to act as a complete despot for his ego, he has more problems to be addressed than a house in Grosse Pointe can cure. Same with Merrill Lynch's pet chimps. I remain me, I remain a man (for whatever that is worth. Ah, foolish pride!).

Posted by: Michael Orris on November 13, 2002 10:16 PM

Have you read Liar's Poker, by Michael Lewis? It's dated, but it sounds like nothing has changed.

Posted by: J Bowen on November 14, 2002 12:01 AM

Funny you should mention. The Spy quote at the beginning of the post is actually from a 1987 article *about* liar's poker (predates the book.)

Posted by: Elizabeth Spiers on November 14, 2002 04:35 AM

Yeah, but those bankers are so subservient and agreeable when they talk with corporate clients.

Funny post.

Posted by: JT on November 14, 2002 09:22 AM

They're the equivalent of a tribal hunting or raiding party. What #1 received was the equivalent of being cast out from the troop. You still have your self-respect.

Posted by: Frank C on November 14, 2002 10:45 AM

Jane,

Terrific post. Scathingly insightful, yet humorous in the best sense. Hope you'll have the chance to keep up as your new career unfolds.

Congratulations, by the way.

Cheers,

Posted by: Rofe on November 14, 2002 11:06 AM

I work with guys and gals like this now. They provide me with endless entertainment. I happen to be the network admin, and it puts them in an emotionally conflicted state to have to deal with me.

I see them openly abuse the help desk, but they never raise an open finger in my direction. I stand up to them without flinching, which confuses them. I know nothing about banking, which confuses them, because, clearly, investment banking is the chosen path for all superior men. But it helps that I'm 6'4", 240 lbs, and most of these guys are 5'8". I haven't been too scared of anything since my last football coach told me block Carwell Gardner on an off tackle dive, and he hit me so hard a pint of my own blood flew into the stands.

It is an interesting study in human behavior to them struggle to assert their brilliance and control over technology to me, when we both know they are either lying or disgracefully inept. It puts them in an akward situation. I know everything about them, their files, their work habits, their porn preferences, their secret emails, their SEC violations, and their false superiority, which absolutely infuriates them. It makes them feel impotent, because anyone in my position will have the same effect.

You did the right thing, Michael Orris. There is no price high enough for your dignity.

Posted by: hbchrist on November 14, 2002 12:23 PM

There was a very funny and insightful article published in the San Jose Mercury News Magazine several years back during the venture capital boom in which the writer took a primate anthropologist (that's not the right term, but you know what I mean) who specialized in baboon relationships to a restaurant where VCs met with entrepreneurs. The PA watched the interactions between VCs and the people begging for money and described them in terms of baboon social dynamics--and they fit almost exactly. I was howling with laughter--wish I'd kept the article. Can't find it in the archives.

Posted by: Dave Trowbridge on November 14, 2002 08:25 PM

Amusing. But come now, do you really think investment bankers are any different from everyone else? Think of academics -- do you think the relationship between junior faculty and their tenured elders is any different? If so, read some David Lodge or Kingsley Amis. How about Hollywood? Now there's an industry where junior employees don't act deferential and obsequious to their superiors. Uh huh. This is all just human nature, and investment bankers, believe it or not, are human.

Posted by: Steve on November 15, 2002 02:24 PM

It's not that I think that the rest of the world is some sort of harmonious eden of kindness and light where everyone is equal. However, investment banking, because it places a very low premium on collegiality, and because egos at the top tend to be large, and because it is almost totally a boys club, shows the relationships in a more pronounced, overt way than other industries.

Posted by: Jane Galt on November 15, 2002 05:29 PM

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