And the ladies who lunch have no discernible careers. They are the wives of Upper East Side scions with hours to kill every afternoon. I don't see how any of that can be projected onto a single palpably successful career woman. The two demographics and their issues don't line up. The song was a dark kind paean to women tethered to 1 per center entitlement who wrestled with ennui, borderline addiction, anxiety and despair. A young woman who works and keeps her distance from squabbling married couples wouldn't be indictable. If I were Bobbi, I'd turn to Joanne and say "project much, bitch?" Maybe I'm too cynical. Or too old. Or maybe I'm not as in love with how this number works.