In the new Gilded Age, everything is a private club
Getty Images; Tyler Le/BI I don't often mention that I belonged to The Wing , the women's-only social club that came to epitomize a distinctly mid-2010s blend of sisterhood and girlboss consumerism. By the time it closed less than six years after it opened, the pendulum of public opinion had already swung away from these timestamped sensibilities and, by extension, the club itself. My membership was out of character. I'm socially awkward and not much of a joiner. But I'd just moved to New York for work and needed to make friends — or, at least, to learn how to embrace being the kind of person who moves to New York and tries to make friends. It seemed only right that I should use my newfound disposable income to pursue these goals through a curated lifestyle experience. After all, isn't that what life in the big city is all about? This take was probably shallow. And yet, nearly a decade later, it's coming true. In a K-shaped economy where the wealthy are thrivin...
