To paraphrase Jane Austen, it is a truth universally acknowledged that a married man in possession of a vast fortune must be in want of a newer, younger wife. You know the archetype: a flashy, high-maintenance former beauty queen, who started by redecorating the corporate board room and moved on to the C.E.O.’s bedroom. Blonde and Botoxed, she’s the flesh-and-bones equivalent of a midlife-crisis Corvette.
Obviously, not all third wives fall into this category.
Having watched endless clips of the way Wendi Deng Murdoch leapt to her husband’s defense in London this week, we decided it’s time to retire the old cliché and advance to the next “I want one of those” babes, to satisfy the covetous little Goldman Sachs partner in all of us.