So what was YOUR allowance?

Ever since the infamous "Prep School Gangsters" article in New York Magazine (aka the reason everybody in your high school was wearing red and yellow Northface jackets in 1996), I always keep my eyes open for the next gross exaggeration about life in the upper crust of New York adolescent life. Via Gawker, I see the newest in the series is upon us. It's complete bullshit, of course, but fun to read nonetheless.

The biggest surprise was not the $15,000 credit card bill (you learn to throw those cards in a dumpster behind Scores and tell your parents you got mugged coming home from Thurston's house). Rather, I was taken back by that lame-ass loft party mentioned towards the end of the article.

Lemme get this straight...For 20 dollars you lurk around this loft, drinking bottled water(!), while the Columbia nose-tackle leers at your 16 year old girlfriend dressed up like the future office slut? Sounds miserable.

In my day, $20 got you a night of Billiards, more free booze than you could handle, and an article in the New York Times about the massive brawl that broke out there. That's a party.

I think the city's pubescent underbelly is getting soft...