
The New York Times profile of Jordan Belfort, the self-proclaimed Wolf of Wall Street, makes a couple things perfectly clear to readers: 1.) Jordan Belfort remains committed to being scumbag con artist addicted to wealth and Red Bull, A.K.A. cocaine in a can, and 2.) Jordan Belfort remains committed to cultivating toxic masculinity and gross sexism among his cadre of rich, mostly white dude-bro friends.
For the price of one bitcoin (around $40,000) nine of said dude-bros recently amassed at Belfort’s Miami (of course) mansion to hear the convicted felon discuss his latest, totally predictable career turn as a crypto whisperer. But to read the New York Times’ recount, it certainly sounds like a sizable portion of their blockchain Margaritaville getaway was spent bragging about sexcapades, shitty NFT venture ideas, and where in Japan you can go to find women unopposed to “octopus-play.”