--- Real Time Bondage 2009 09 18 Head Games Marina -

In September 2009, the marinas from Fort Lauderdale to Monaco were a strange paradox. The headlines screamed “The Great Recession,” but the docks were still full. Why?

To the casual observer, it was just another Friday. The leaves were just beginning to hint at autumn in the Northern Hemisphere, and the global economy was showing shaky signs of life after the 2008 crash. But for a specific subculture—the yacht owners, the high-stakes poker players, and the consumers of a particular brand of late-night cable journalism— was a cultural inflection point. --- Real Time Bondage 2009 09 18 Head Games Marina

So here’s to . A night when the anchor held, the drinks were cold, and for sixty minutes on HBO, the lies we told ourselves became prime-time entertainment. Keywords naturally integrated: Real Time 2009 09 18, Head Games, Marina lifestyle, entertainment. In September 2009, the marinas from Fort Lauderdale

If you type that string of characters into the Wayback Machine of your memory, or into an old DVR hard drive, you unlock a particular flavor of late-aughts entertainment. It was the night Bill Maher’s Real Time on HBO tackled the theme of “Head Games,” and coincidentally, the very same evening that the Marina lifestyle—the gleaming fiberglass, the clinking of champagne flutes on aft decks, the diplomatic plates on Range Rovers—reached its pre-financial-crisis zenith of absurdist luxury. To the casual observer, it was just another Friday

On the 65-foot Azimuts and Sunseekers, the satellite TV was tuned to either CNBC (to watch the ticker with the sound off) or HBO (for Real Time ). Bill Maher was the perfect entertainment for the marina class. He was wealthy, libertine, and intellectually smug. His “Head Games” rant about the stupidity of the financial sector was cathartic for the yacht owner who had just lost $2 million but still had his boat.

It was a curated reality. The wealthy denizens of the marina were playing their own head game: If I am polishing my chrome and drinking a Bellini at 2:00 PM on a Tuesday, the recession cannot touch me. What were the marina dwellers watching and listening to on the night of Real Time 2009 09 18 ?