As noted in an earlier post here, the lifestyles of the rich and famous editors and publishers at Condé Nast are taking a bit of a hit as the company tightens its belt and puts the stop to some well-loved perks.
Now Keith Kelly writes at the New York Post that some Condé Nast executives are riding the subway instead of taking their royal rights of having a car driven for them. This is, supposedly, a big sign of sacrifice by them.
But, having ridden the Manhattan subway every day for nearly two years in the early part of this decade, I can report that it's hardly a place to go slumming. It's the only subway I've ridden that typically fills up its cars with the poor and the middle class and the rich alike, of all races. I suppose if I knew then that I could bump into a Condé Nast editor on my morning commute, I might have kept a packet of resumes in my bookbag.