If the emperor's new clothes were not just not there, but, in hock to a pawn shop in California or Illinois (California because it inspires an idea of sunshine and Illinois because it is a poetic name with a pleasurably odd spelling) or anywhere really, you'd probably be looking at a metaphor for private equity firms. We'll see which stay, which go, and what comes down with them.
Missmarketcrash's financial advisor must live in a bubble of his own, alongside other financial managers. His perspective is so market-focused, the giant web that surrounds him must be invisible to him. Nonetheless, Missmarketcrash has left a tiny dot of funds with hopes that some kind of odd spark will eventually rekindle, or, on the flipside, like a lingering terminally-ill patient, perhaps it will all feel better when all is gone. But, along with the Champagne bubbles, Missmarketcrash has made a dive out of bonds for fear of more little popping things.