When I grow up, I wouldn’t object to being an incredibly rich, disgraced, highly influential, not-proven-guilty-of-fraud Wall Street figure and would-be press baron.
However, unlike Henry Blodget, I don’t think I’d devote a day’s worth of output to slating other financial commentators for being insufficiently productive, hard-working, etc. Worrying about the productivity of people who actually work for you is stressful enough – and besides, I’d want to leave at least eight waking hours a day outside of work to enjoy my enormous pile of ill-gotten gains.
(I am, however, also a little jealous of Felix Salmon. If any multinational news organisations want to pay me a decent-ish New York salary to tweet and blog about finance and the economy all day, then you know where to find me…)