Kevin Roose crashed the party of a Wall Street secret society, and it was both fascinating and horrifying.

Once we made it to the lobby, Ross and Lebenthal reassured me that what I’d just seen wasn’t really a group of wealthy and powerful financiers making homophobic jokes, making light of the financial crisis, and bragging about their business conquests at Main Street’s expense. No, it was just a group of friends who came together to roast each other in a benign and self-deprecating manner. Nothing to see here.

You’ll likely be unsurprised to learn it was really the former and not the latter.

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