Any conversation in this country of late is bound to contain three topics:
1. The weather
3. The economy in general and fancy bankers in particular.
No one can agree on any of these topics, but as we read about Libor and see photographs of all the naughty hedge fund managers, there is some consensus that the bankers are nothing if not good dressers, with suits that cost a bundle and made-to-measure shirts and hair cuts that put John Edwards to shame. A certain dignity, a certain level of taste and . . . well, gravitas.
They do not stipulate which parts of my anatomy I am supposed to decorate. They do give me instructions for applying the tattoos. And removing them. Even Jamie Dimon didn't come up with an insane gimmick like this. And he wears nice suits.