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The Feminist Financial Handbook is in (another) academic publication

Cover of The Feminist Financial Handbook by Brynne Conroy with Rosie the Riveter wearing a graduation cap.

A few months ago, The Feminist Financial Handbook had a big month.

One of my children, to whom the book is dedicated, read it for the first time. They’re a fast reader, and finished it during one sitting. The entire time I was holding my breath.

Would they like it?

Honestly, it was the only review that ever mattered.

As they read, they kept popping over to me with questions.

“Mom, did you really put this reference to [inside family joke] in here?”

“Yes, I was serious when I said it was dedicated to you guys.”

“Mom, Jackie — you know her, don’t you?”

“I mean, on some level I know all the women in the book. I interviewed them all. But yes, remember when I went to Ohio to do that service project and brought back your $2 bills with OSU stickers? That was Jackie’s gift to you.”

“Don’t you have her book?”

I pulled F.I.R.E. for Dummies off the shelf. They tore through that one that night, too. They wanted to know more about how Jackie had done it. Maybe they will follow in her footsteps one day — they have the advantage of youth on their side, which is exciting.

Much like other readers, in addition to being intrigued by Jackie’s insights, Nicky and Heather’s story stuck out to them the most. In the end, I got that good review I was anxious for.

Later that month, I got some more news about The Feminist Financial Handbook. A friend sent me an academic paper. My name was in it.

The Feminist Financial Handbook is in (another) academic publication

The authors of the paper set out to analyze ‘financial feminist’ trade books, specifically those written after the onset of the pandemic. One of the texts I had never read. The other I recognized as a derivative of my own work.

The Feminist Financial Handbook is mentioned in the outset as the only explicit example of a book which these two have ‘clear links to’ as an ‘earlier work.’ The authors of the paper comment on the cover of the book, noting the dollar sign on the reimagined Rosie the Riveter’s arm, but not going into a nuanced analysis of the implications of that image created by Elina Diaz as Emily Guy Birken did in the book’s introduction.

At first glance, the book is quite literally judged by its cover. Its lack of further analysis can be attributed to the fact that it’s not a post-pandemic publication. It came out before that mess.

But as I read the paper, I wondered if the authors had read the book and found it didn’t completely align with the analysis of the post-pandemic tomes. Because the conceits lined out in the analysis of the other two texts? The Feminist Financial Handbook, for the most part and in my own admittedly biased view, doesn’t fit into them.

So I thought we’d talk a little bit today about some of the ways the book doesn’t completely meld into that third-wave feminism vibe, and why some of those decisions were purposeful.

Neoliberalism & the public versus private spheres

Third-wave feminism in the past has been described as a neoliberalisation of feminism. The two texts the paper analyzed were described as slightly different — a feminization of neoliberalism.

If you’re like, “What the heck is neoliberalism?” don’t worry. It’s not a term you’d often hear outside academia. It’s pretty much the political system we’ve been living under our whole lives. It’s highly individualistic, puts a lot of responsibility on the individual rather than society (this is called responsibilization) and favors free markets above almost anything else.

It’s not as new as the 1980s, but it really fired up to new levels in the Reagan era. Lest you think it’s a ‘Republican’ thing, many if not most Democrats also operate on neoliberal ideals, including America’s last president.

While during his presidency, some argued Joe Biden had a post-neoliberal agenda, my personal opinion is that was a lot of branding and not enough actual change seen for the American people’s lived economic experiences. This is a whole other article, though, and a ton of people wouldn’t agree with me. For most of his career, there is no argument he was neoliberal.

Whether a neoliberalization of feminism or a feminization of neoliberalism, ‘financial feminists’, the authors state, are focused almost entirely on the public sphere. (Here’s where you can gain an introductory amount of insight about the public versus private spheres.) There’s arguments for ‘work-life balance’ under these models and in these texts, but more often than not, they either cursorily acknowledge family life or erase children from the narrative altogether.

It’s a part of third-wave feminism I personally think is counterproductive. When we ignore the private sphere, we obfuscate policies that could have a real impact on women’s lives — economically and otherwise.

‘Balance’ is not an achievable goal — it’s responsibilization

Purposefully, The Feminist Financial Handbook is not that. It starts out with a dedication to my children. Decries the idea of ‘balance’ within the first chapter, as balance is an unrealistic demand for individual responsibility put upon women which does not acknowledge societal deficiencies.

It features the stories of diverse women — including a myriad of mothers with stories directly tied to their private sphere experiences. It does not operate under the assumption that women will bear children, but it also doesn’t pretend that motherhood or family life are not a huge part of some women’s lives. Not something to be ‘balanced’ away — but a daily reality integrated with the rest of their lived experience.

Joyce’s story was a prime example of this. The blending of the public and private spheres — though work-from-home opportunities — were what made her financial life stronger, even though there was initial sadness out of having to abandon a purely-public-sphere work environment where she was excelling. I’ve spoken to so many other mothers with the same story throughout my career — their careers are strengthened by opportunities that don’t ignore the private sphere. It’s one of the reasons why demands to return to the office in 2022 were extremely disheartening.

Rising tide & trickle down logics

The authors of the paper state that these two books rely on a combination of ‘rising tide’ and ‘trickle down’ logics. Essentially, the books are saying that the only way to amass power is through money, and the more money one woman has the more that empowers women as a whole.

So if you want to change the world, you’ve gotta get rich first. It’s the pre-requisite to meaningful political action, which is exercised not by collectives but by individuals with individual economic power.

Again, The Feminist Financial Handbook is not this. While there is an entire chapter dedicated to investing — the one that inspired my child to seek out more of Cummings Koski’s work — I was kind of tired of seeing financial books directed at people who have enough money to function within traditional financial education guidelines. Because a pre-requisite to investing is having enough disposable income to invest. Telling someone to invest when they can’t afford groceries is a little bit absurd.

Instead, I focused more of the book on the poverty line (where about one-third of American women lived at the time,) and lower-middle- to middle-income women, who still face some level of precarity. The book takes social programming as a financial resource head-on, whether that was Pell grants, SNAP benefits, healthcare systems, short-term disability programs for maternity leave or court-enforced child support.

It also begged women to redefine their definition of ‘wealth’ to a point where money wasn’t the only metric. To consider what led to a ‘contented’ life, and to participate in democracy — even if they weren’t rich. Not just for the benefit of themselves, but for the benefit of all the women in their communities.

I still believe that in isolation, the amount of amount of money in your bank account or IRA is not an accurate indication of your power to act within the world.

Feminist anger & economic anxiety

The texts are noted as not only expressing ‘feminist anger’ but also ‘profound anxiety’ around economic and social systems. The paper authors note that the authors resolve this anxiety by telling women they can join the ranks of the privileged and then use their money to make the lives of those ‘below’ them marginally better.

In the book I did read, there was one point where the author said something along the lines of, ‘Men have been doing it this way forever — so why can’t we?’

So essentially the resolution to this anxiety is reproducing the current system as a way to get ahead, and supposedly that somehow makes things better for people of the same gender as you who are not ahead.

It shows up problematically in both texts to differing degrees — one is not as severe as the other from my reading of the paper.

At one point in The Feminist Financial Handbook, one woman does talk about using her knowledge as someone who dug her way out to give back to her own community through financial literacy education. I don’t think this is the same thing, and I do still think it was a beautiful action on her part. I hope it’s the closest the book gets to this phenomenon in ‘financial feminist’ texts.

As for feminist anger, it was something I actively tried to avoid in the book. While anger is not a negative emotion on its own, and can sometimes inspire action that leads to great social change, the book tried to focus on intersectionality. In the introduction, we covered vocabulary terms like kyriarchy and the ways in which people are both oppressed and privileged across any number of domains — only one of which is gender. The point was, you can be experiencing the negative impacts of these systemic inequities if you’re a man, too. Similarly, if you’re a woman, there can be a lot of blind spots to acknowledge depending on where you hold privileges.

While the book did purposefully center women in both the people it interviewed and the sources it cited, it didn’t fall into tropes of ‘man-hating.’ As Bitches Get Riches put it, it “belies the feminist equals victim simplification” that people sometimes espouse based solely on their gender alone.

Acknowledging similarities

In some ways, The Feminist Financial Handbook does speak to neoliberalism. While encouraging people to get civically engaged — to organize and vote for better — it primarily focuses on the ways individual women can navigate the systems that exist. Its unique offering was targeting these strategies towards those who have less — who do not seek to replicate the systems that exist, but seek to survive within them until something better comes along. There was a gap in the trade literature for this audience, and I sought to fill it.

Because of this focus, it does not suggest the exact collective actions to engage in that would make the larger system better. While inspiring hope that this could one day be the case, it is very much focused on navigating the here-and-now in which it was written.

For what it’s worth, I’ve been educating myself on ways to make those larger systems better. I hope that’s shown in what you’ve read from me the past few years, and that it will become more apparent as time goes on. As always, we’re going to stay hopeful rather than plunging into despair.

 

 

 

What Makes Us Strong?

The world feels topsy-turvy, friends.

It’s been this way for a while. When I started coming out of my pandemic isolation, I noticed it on faces. Faces of people who used to be cheery, eternal optimists, now followed around by a brooding cloud.

I heard it in words. Words of people who used to take on the mantle of fighting for others, now overly concerned with their own perceived, and often imaginary, victimhood.

Something about the past five years has broken us collectively. Perhaps everything about the past several years has prompted this dark eminence.

The thing is, I don’t think we’re all so very far apart on what we’re upset about. You look at both sides of the coin, and you see people upset about what is essentially late-stage capitalism. The conversations start out the same, but they end in alarmingly disparate locations. The way we’re choosing to express our discontent and values spans an ever-widening divide.

When the divide gets that wide, that’s when we see the type of power that is being exercised in the world around us thrive. It’s not a forgone conclusion that capitalism ends in this place, but during times of strong discontent and strong division, capitalism and this particular expression of power tend to serve one another. It’s a pattern which is repeatable. Study-able.

It’s an expression of power that wants to pit us against each other. That wants us to see the world through a lens clouded with despair. That’s where action gets frozen. That’s where humanity becomes obscured.

Despair is an appropriate human reaction in the face of so much heaviness. It’s not that it’s ‘wrong’ to feel this way.

As I find myself confronted with all the bad news in the world all at all hours of the day thanks to my little pocket screen, I feel overwhelmed. I wonder what way forward can possibly be pursued.

And then I remember the most powerful thing in the world.

Love so powerful it scared the gods

Cover of Sacha Coward's book, Queer as Folklore

I’ve been reading this book lately. It’s an interesting read, framing stories I’ve heard a million times before through a new lens.

In it, Coward recounts a story told by Aristophanes vicariously through Plato. It was a satirical tale, prompted by drink, but nonetheless powerful. Please forgive my necessarily truncated retelling.

In it, Aristophanes poses that in the long-ago past, humans were quite literally connected to each other. At the head and at the belly button. We had four arms and four legs. Some of us were connected to a person of the same gender, while others were connected to a person of the opposite gender.

Eventually, the gods decided we were too powerful in this form. They separated us from our other half to reduce our power. While Coward doesn’t pose this, a younger version of myself reading the same story picked up that this drunkenly-narrated tale was the origin of the idea of “soul mates.” Ever after, we were destined to roam miserably, until we found our other half and became whole.

I could go on with analyses from different angles. But my most recent encounter with this story  is charged heavily by Coward’s summation:

It is clear that the love between a man and a woman, a man and a man, and a woman and a woman are all given equal weight and validity. The gods split the original celestial beings apart because they were too powerful, implying that the love between two humans, irrespective of gender, is also equally powerful.

The thing that made us strong as human beings? That made the gods quake in their boots?

It was our love for one another.

Types of love

The Aristophanes story hinges around this idea of romantic love. But there are many types of love humans have the capacity to feel and express. If we are to limit ourselves to a few types of love humans feel for one another we span:

  • Familial love. Whether for our children, parents, siblings, extended or chosen family members.
  • Companionate love. Which can be found in romantic relationships, but can also be felt in deep friendships or amongst neighbors. Anywhere there exists intimacy and mutual care based on shared experience, we can find this type of love.
  • Compassionate love. Which doesn’t necessarily require intimacy or family ties, but rather gives support from a place of empathy towards other human beings without expecting anything in return.
  • Self-love. Because you, too, are a human you are allowed to feel love towards.

The path of most resistance

Knowing love or the hope of knowing love is the anchor that keeps us from falling into that sea of despair.

~bell hooks, All About Love: New Visions

I didn’t necessarily need to be reminded of Aristophanes to know that love is the most powerful form of resistance.

To know that when the world expects us to show up in violence and despair, showing up in love is the true call.

For I have read bell hooks.

I do not profess to be the most expert reader of her work, but I do think that’s the assignment in this moment: to read more bell hooks.

This particular moment of struggle is an extension of the topics she wrote about. For these systems are not new, although they may have evolved in expression. All About Love is a tome explicitly dedicated to the topic, but any work from her library is appropriate.

Applying love in the real world

Love is not just a feeling. To be fully realized, it has to be an action.

In this moment where the goal is despair, where hyperindividualism and personal economic concern are the guiding philosophies, showing up in love can be the salve.

What does it look like to show up?

Love can, sometimes, prompt us to perform Herculean feats. A mother lifting a car to save her children is the trope. That is certainly one way to go about it.

But love, when exercised en masse, can look like a million small actions that all add up to change the world.

Have you heard the bad news?

I think one of the first steps may be logging off of social media for a while or turning the notifications off on your phone so you’re not constantly plunged into a sea of despair. It’s one thing to be informed — it’s another to be overwhelmed and immobilized.

The well we draw upon

During that time away, purposefully fill your own well. Fill it with joy. Maybe that’s moments with your family or friends. Maybe that’s reading a good book like All About Love. Perhaps it means taking a moment to bask in some awe. Whatever it is for you, we act from love best when our nervous systems are regulated.

Building strength through acts of love

Once you’ve got enough in your well, the next step is to show up.

Show up for the people you profess love for.

Consistently.

Sometimes it’ll be fun.

Sometimes it will require emotional labor.

With the proliferation of therapy-speak outside of therapy sessions the past few years, I think we sometimes think emotional labor is inherently bad. But when it’s exercised reciprocally over time, it’s an exercise of love. Emotional labor doesn’t have to mean solving other people’s problems for them. It doesn’t mean saying the right words that will magically solve all the world’s woes.

It can simply mean bearing witness. Sitting in the discomfort. Letting people know they’re seen and valued, even while they’re struggling.

Show up in community. 

If isolation is the goal, community is the salve. Some of us will do that in our current social circles as outlined in the previous point. Some of us will attempt to address these larger problems. Just remember that the goal is to solve them together, not as a singular person trying to save the entire world. For one, there’s burnout. And for another, taking on all the leadership in an attempt to be the savior has a tendency to lead towards…saviorism.

And, yes, show up with your money.

If you have the financial resources, helping others with them is key when the systems around us will not. I’ve long been a believer that mutual aid or direct giving are more powerful tools than donating to a charity to get a tax break. When you engage in these practices, you’re not doing it out of self-interest. You’re not forcing people to fill out paperwork. To prove their worthiness to a 501(c)3 in order to compete for the limited help. For the full dignity they deserve.

I am not saying all charities are bad or that you should never give them money. Rather, consider the people in your immediate circle and the impact your direct giving may have as an equally valid means of support.

Some of us won’t have those financial resources. That’s okay. There are still ways to connect with community and organize with others to share resources — whether they be financial or otherwise. If you want some inspiration, or are looking for a way to contribute with your time or non-monetary goods, check out this growing project my friend in Fredericksburg launched in February.

And when you need help, asking for it is the first step. You’d be surprised by who shows up.

An Essay on Moral and Economic Extraction

Stars on a dark night is the background. Text reads 'An Essay on Moral & Economic Extraction'

It was a dark summer night. The stars shone overhead. Humidity held in the sun’s heat long after it had retired beyond the horizon. Yet the air was not so sticky as to make the bonfire’s singe an unwelcome guest.

He sat there in his shorts and cloth sandals. I in my sundress.

We loved each other, I think. Not in the typical romantic way. All of our deepest darkest pain had seen the light of each other’s witness, and all that truth couldn’t chase the other away – no matter how wrenching.

It wasn’t chemistry.

It was honesty.

In all its confrontation, our bond was tender.

“I just think it’s more likely that we’re in a simulation,” he proposed.

His words were earnest. Full of conviction. Preceded by a very scientific-sounding argument from a brilliant mind which had run meticulous calculations on the physics of the universe.

“And the only thing I can definitively witness is my own consciousness. If that’s true then everything around me is here to teach me a lesson.”

The flames flickered.

Out of the corner of his eye he observed my thighs shift beneath me in discomfort.

“I’m really trying to learn. To do better.”

“Just so I’m clear, you think that everything and everyone around you – this entire planet with all its rivers and mountains and animated life – was created solely to serve your own moral betterment?”

“Yes. And there’s no way to disprove it.”

“Man, that is the most selfish sh*t I have ever heard,” I sighed, eyebrows raised. “It’s unoriginal. A way to moralize self-centeredness. A lack of imagination to conceive that other beings have their own experiences and interactions in the world that don’t revolve around you. And a way to absolve yourself of jumping that chasm of responsibility I know you feel towards them.”

Guitar strings popped in the fire.

“I have been through way too much just to be a side plot in your storyline.”

It sounds like a fight, but it wasn’t. It was an intellectual probe, and as we moved on to the next, I wasn’t always the voice of reason. The exercises we engaged in were revealing.

Challenging.

Enjoyable.

I was right on that one, though.

To his credit, over the coming weeks he took my words seriously. It wasn’t just our interactions with each other which were honest — his intellect was honest, too.

He abandoned that particular philosophy. Recognized his own attempts to evade what he knew to be true: Our guilt and shame can’t be absolved by theories that position us as a cubic rendering of a Keanu Reeves role.

Besides that, he admitted, all the computational theory in the world couldn’t transform me into anyone’s peripheral character.

I sometimes think that maybe if it could have, we would have worked.

I say these words without regret.

Without malice.

And without any desire to contort myself into something I’m not.

Economic extraction

There is a lot happening in the world right now. In this moment, we’re all learning to be mindful of how we express our empathy. Our compassion. Our allyship.

We do this from a framework we call ‘capitalism.’ It’s all many of us have ever lived in. It’s the air we breathe. Like fish to water.

It’s been comforting to watch a larger portion of the population stopping their own thought processes when it comes to economically justifying their neighbors’ well-being. It’s all too easy to say someone deserves human dignity and respect because they contribute to the economy.

They pay taxes.

They’re valuable because of their economic output and how that output benefits us as individuals directly.

Because in capitalism, contrary to near all other social organizations that existed prior, the economy is put above society.

As I look around me, I witness more and more representations in media – mainstream included, but particularly social – stating very clearly that the people who surround us don’t need to justify their existence by their economic output.

Rather, they deserve respect and human decency because above all else, they are fellow human beings.

Moral extraction

While I’m so glad the recognition of humanity over economic output is becoming more prolific in our conversations, I’d like to propose taking things a step further.

Sometimes, when we remove the mandate that other people perform for us economically, we go on to place other extractive requirements on them.

We demand from them lessons. We ask them to serve as crucibles of our own personal development.

“It’s okay, because they give back in other ways…

“They teach us lessons in compassion.”

“In love.”

“In patience.”

And this is where I think we could collectively do better.

Just like I didn’t exist to serve the moral betterment of that brilliant man who thought he was living in a live-action version of The Matrix, no one owes you lessons.

This transactional extraction of value through the guise of self-improvement has roots in the very same arguments in which the economic justifications lie.

I meant it when I said that his philosophy was not original. In many ways, both the demands for economic and moral value extraction are at least as old as capitalism itself. Two threads, woven together in the same tapestry depicting a violent scene.

We are all interconnected – with each other, with our environments – even when we, to our own detriment, organize our societies to pretend that we are not.

The hope I hold for the future is that we begin to actualize our vision of our interdependence as equal, living beings capable of succeeding together – rather than viewing each other as resources to exploit in Malthusian fashion.

Money Might Be the Root of All Evil, After All

White statue of mother Mary praying, surrounded by stone and overgrown winter bush. Text reads, "Money may be the root of all evil, after all." "femmefrugality.com"

Is money the root of all evil?

Commonly, you’ll hear it argued that money itself isn’t the root of evil, but rather the power that money endows upon someone can reveal their individualized propensity towards good or evil.

It’s easier to get a camel through the eye of the needle, and all that.

It’s probably an argument I’ve espoused at least once in my own work.

But as I learn more, my opinions evolve. Since I started writing 14 years ago, I have been exposed to the history of fiat currency as king, particularly in European societies.

And how that introduction led to a slow collapse of feudal systems (which is still ongoing hundreds of years later.)

And how that, in turn, fueled the fires of colonialism.

It’s led to me to believe that money may be the root of all colonialism. And perhaps that, at its core, is what makes it so ethically questionable.

Importance of fiat currency collapses feudalism in Europe

This is going to be a necessarily truncated and simplified history of feudalism’s transformation into capitalism. I’m going to gloss over parts. The story will be incomplete. But hopefully it’s a sufficient introduction.

Fiat currency existed long before feudal Europe, but the impacts of its growing importance in this region of the world had devastating effects on the rest of the planet.

The feudal system of Europe basically worked like this: There were rich land owners. They had access to fiat currency, but initially that fiat currency was not as important as it would later become.

Feudal lands were typically self-sustaining, without dramatic need for external trade. The ability to sustain noble wealth came from the un- or not-well-paid labors of serfs, who were born on the land on which they worked. Some were artisans. Some were farmers. Either way, their dues to the landlord were paid in terms of this labor, with the idea being that labor was a payment for protection from the landlord. If war came to their door, the land owner was expected to provide swordsmen.

Depending on your framing, it could be seen as a mutually-beneficial relationship, and many people regardless of economic positioning felt a strong connection to the land which they inhabited. Even still, some would try to escape. The landlord could send professionals after you to reclaim you if you ran.

The growth of towns and mercantile classes

You get far enough into the Medieval period, and you start to see rules for freedom of movement pop up. In some areas, if you left your feudal lands and settled in a town for more than a year without being reclaimed, you were now free of your former landlord and obligations towards them.

This is when we saw a big uptick in the mercantile class in towns around Europe. Those artisans and farmers were now working for their own benefit, but — working from the bottom up — they didn’t have the same access to fiat currency in the way landlords did. There was initially a lot of truck-and-barter. Transactions along the lines of “I’ll give you these wool clothes I made in exchange for that meat you butchered.”

Trade for fiat currency did start becoming a bigger deal as time went on and economic power of the towns grew, though. That meant the landlord felt they “needed” to charge money rents from their serfs rather than charging them in labor. Not because they actually needed more wealth to get by, mind you, but because they wanted to afford luxury. And fiat currency was increasingly becoming the way of obtaining that luxury.

To get money, serfs were interacting with the townspeople more often, sometimes through truck-and-barter and sometimes for fiat currency to get those landlords paid. Goods were becoming the means of sustaining oneself, rather than feudal contracts.

Europeans start invading other people’s lands

This process eggs itself on until you get a spike in international trade, which is easier to facilitate through precious metals than currencies due to issues of trust in the actual content of precious metals contained within fiat currencies. (Fiat currencies inherently involve issues of trust or belief in the government or other entity backing the currency.)

Money brokers could facilitate currency exchanges within Europe, but when it came to intercontinental exchanges, FX wasn’t advanced enough to cut it. Pure precious metals were the means to achieving the ends. Those precious metals weren’t abundant enough in Europe, so the rich started engaging in “The Age of Discovery,” or sailing to and claiming foreign lands for mining purposes.

Feudal systems don’t immediately disappear. It’s a slow collapse that is still happening in some parts of Europe today. But around the time of the Age of Discovery, you increasingly see a lot of feudal landlords starting to abandon their contracts altogether. One famous example includes a landlord who realized they could make more fiat currency off of turning their land into a massive sheep pasture rather than housing people.

So they kicked all the people off their land and replaced them with money-making sheep.

Where do all those serfs go?

All those people who had generational connection to the land they and their ancestors had worked had to go somewhere. If we were to look at what is today known as Great Britain, you might see the displaced English being given land deals in places like Scotland or Wales to exercise the same type of violence they had experienced over the existing populations. You might see the displaced people from those places going on to areas like Ireland or America to do the same. Or on to Africa, or India, or any other place that was colonized.

There was a racial hierarchy inherent in this method of colonization. People justified their actions by assuming that their way — or the way of pursuing wealth through fiat currency at all costs — was better than the “uncivilized” or “lesser” populations they were overtaking.

The serfs in their displacement become the new oppressors. All of them in pursuit of fiat currency at the sake of whomever’s ancestral lands were being dominated next. Whether that population believed in land ownership or not, the violence of the invading economic system of ownership in the pursuit of currency was virtually inescapable.

Capitalism as the mythology of colonialism

In the late 18th century, Adam Smith wrote a book called “The Wealth of Nations,” which becomes the Bible of capitalism. It’s an erroneous book that justifies putting markets over the well-being of society because, supposedly, that’s the way it was always done.

In reality, scholars like Karl Polanyi in his work “The Great Transformation” (which was on my 2024 reading list) have proven that this type of economic philosophy was actually counter to the economic systems that had sustained humanity for the vast majority of its existence.

But the worship of Smith-esque capitalism — as historically flawed as it is — perpetuates until we have the economic systems we see around us today.

Fiat currency freedom — but freedom for who?

A big argument for the dominance of fiat currency — and with it free markets — is that it grants people freedom. If you’re born as a serf, you might have to stay on the land you were born on, performing the same profession your parents inherited. So not much choice.

But fiat currency within free markets? That allows you to pursue any profession you’d like wherever you’d like — in theory.

The big question we have to ask when proposing that fiat currency in the context of capitalism = freedom is, “Freedom for who?”

Is it freedom to have the lands you live on stolen by people who consider themself superior?

No.

Is it freedom to be sold into slavery for the profits of colonists?

Also no.

Even today, you can look around and easily see that capitalism doesn’t give everyone the same economic freedom. Even the most generous theoretical arguments can’t evade the reality we see around us.

Women are not paid equally for the same work as men. Women also contribute a lot of unpaid labor to economies, especially when we consider this labor on a global scale.

Racialized people of all genders don’t get paid equally when compared to their white peers doing the same labor.

Those born into poverty are asked to “pull themselves up by their bootstraps” — a task that’s named for its impossibility — while those born into wealth have the resources necessary to get a “good” start in life, with the ability for their wealth to earn them interest with no actual labor at all.

All this says nothing to the fact that colonization and the system that eventually became known as capitalism overtook societies which had their own social and economic organizations which weren’t rooted in European feudalism. Presenting it as a binary choice between feudalism and capitalism ignores the reality that prior to the Age of Discovery, the rest of the world existed in its own diverse rights.

Is money the root of all evil?

So is money the root of all evil?

Maybe not.

But is fiat currency at the root of colonialism?

Probably. And that’s problematic enough.

Finding joy in the midst of capitalism

This is all super depressing to think about. Even if it’s important context.

The systems which we call capitalist reduce us all to individualistic dollars and cents. Some of us have better access to those dollars and cents. Others don’t.

The systems push us into relationships of independence and co-dependency, ignoring the potential and the realities of our interdependence as living beings on this planet.

They do not care about our joy or if we are cared for, as long as we’ve got the economic output that’s required to feed the continuance of the system.

Joy and care for one another in this context are powerful ways to exist within our capitalistic societies. They’re gentle ways, and yet that does not make them less impactful.

I’ve previously shared some of the ways I’ve allowed myself to find joy over the past year. As this series on capitalism and joy goes on, we’ll look at some of the science behind operating from this place of love.

We’ll catch glimpses of what more recognition of our interdependence could look like.

And we’ll do it all while recognizing the reality that surrounds us — even if we don’t feel like we can change the entire mess in one fell swoop. Because the systems are unlikely to change in the course of a single lifetime, there are likely even instances where we have to find short- and in some cases longer-term solutions through free markets themselves.

In other words, we’ll acknowledge that the current reality is depressing, but that even within it, there’s still room for hope.

 

Natural Joy v Capitalism

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As I sit on the precipice of this new year, I’m in awe of how much can change over the course of just twelve months.

The years following March of 2020 were hard for me. I know everyone had a different pandemic experience. But for me, I found I had to sacrifice things I didn’t know I was capable of sacrificing. I needed more self-discipline than I knew lived inside of me.

I did what I needed to do. In the midst of the struggle, I pulled off some incredible stuff. Had a few career successes. Fought the good fight even when things felt impossible, resulting in some ‘wins’ I didn’t initially think were achievable.

Hope

It was absolutely exhausting, and not an experience I ever want to repeat. But through it all, I tried to keep hope alive. Hope, in this instance, was more along the lines of Kristin Wong’s definition — a belief that things could get better in the future, despite things being really awful in the moment. Not turning away from the present ugliness, but acknowledging it head-on in order to move forward.

Then, in 2024, something shifted for me. Even as the larger world headed down an ever-darkening path, I found my own illuminated by fireflies of hope. Hope revealed to me her sweet rewards — her softer side — with moments that made me feel alive. Moments that set my soul alight and forced me to sit back in awe.

As I look over my shoulder, the moments that stirred my soul were not necessarily tied to the things we are taught will bring happiness. No career achievement was my balm. No glitz and glam made me feel like a princess.

Rather, the moments that replenished my stores were initiated by the forceful power of the natural world, with people who were important to me by my side.

Floating in a Blue Lagoon

In February, I attended a work event with fellow personal finance writers down in Puerto Rico. Honestly, the whole week week was incredible. I could talk about the lightning bolts of professional inspiration that came out of my peers’ mouths, or the fact that one night we could see Jupiter prominent in the sky, shining its blessings over the city of San Juan.

But at the heart of the matter was the supportive people I found around me. It was something I had been sorely lacking in my physical environment over the prior four years.

The most magical moment came one night as we engaged in an extracurricular. Someone had organized a trip out to a bioluminscent lagoon. The moon was full, which — while gorgeous — didn’t make for the most dazzling waters.

But there was something mystical in the air as we pushed our way through the gently-lit mangroves. I’ve rarely experienced a place and time so endowed with peace and calm excitement.

How to visit the bioluminescent lagoon yourself

The Great American Solar Eclipse

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In April, I drove my child out to the sticks to see our first ever total solar eclipse. It was an odyssey, taking us through remote territory where human beings were living in conditions you wouldn’t expect in modern times.

We finally arrived at the water and settled on a floating dock, impatiently awaiting the moment of totality as we played with our 21st century glasses, which guarded us from blindness.

As the sky began to fill with darkness, anticipation filled the air.

Suddenly, it happened.

The sun turned black, shooting an aura of rainbows into the surrounding clouds from behind its shadow. Heavy in the sky, a phenomenon that has filled humans with both wonder and dread since time immemorial.

All too quickly, it was over. Yet as we drove the crowded country roads back home, something within us was changed. Renewed. Alive in a way we hadn’t been in quite some time.

How to see a total solar eclipse yourself:

Total solar eclipses will happen in portions of these countries on August 12, 2026:

Parts of these countries on August 2, 2027:

And parts of these countries on July 22, 2028:

Experiencing the Southern Lights

Several months later, I found myself in the Southern Hemisphere. I hadn’t seen an aurora since the night my younger sibling was born, and even then it was at Northern latitudes. Sharing a viewing of the Southern Lights with my children was a dream. It’s one that you can’t really plan for concretely, but it did happily come to fruition.

There had been reports of dramatic solar activity that night. We headed out to the beach, hoping to see something. The sky did turn purple over the sea through a camera lens. By the time we had to head back to the rental we were trying our best to be grateful for that.

But once we were back? That’s when the real show began.

Visible to the naked eye, the magnetic display could not be dulled out by the city lights below. Not only were we graced with bands of glorious greens, pinks and blues, but we even got to see a coronal aurora spitting it brilliance in all directions over our heads.

The awe, wonder and excitement are something I struggle to put into words. Nature can do things that no special effects — no human achievement — can meet in terms of beauty and brilliance.

I’m so grateful we got to experience it. Together.

How to see an aurora yourself

Track it. The Glendale app works for both the Northern and Southern Lights. In 2025, we’re supposed to get some of the best shows in modern memory thanks to a lot of solar activity!

What’s the point?

I do sometimes write about my sojourns here, but even still you may be wondering why I’m so focused on my experiences in the natural world on a personal finance site. The truth is, it’s something I’ve been mulling over the past year.

The way our society is structured places so much emphasis on dollars and cents. By its inherent build, it strives to separate us from nature. It values our economic output over our social relations.

And for me, over the past year, those are the two things — people I love and a renewed connection to the natural world — that have provided a much-needed salve for my soul. Those experiences have meant more to me than any dollar amount in a bank account. They’re not something I would trade for financial security.

They’ve been moments that have made life worth living.

The Paradox

Yet, these moments required money. I cannot pretend that my last-minute decision to join my colleagues in San Juan was not helped along by my savings. I cannot pretend that placing myself in the path of Aurora Australis did not require immense amounts of capitalistic labor as I traded my time and expertise for dollars, sacrificing other things along the way.

I’m stuck in that conundrum. As we all are.

As much as I’d like to tell you to always go outside and spend all the time with people who love you for who you are rather than what you produce or what you can do for them…

I realize that in our current systems that’s not realistic.

So we’ll be exploring that more in the coming months.

We’ll be exploring how to get back in touch with the things that make us feel human in the best of ways while still struggling through the mess we have to confront in our daily lives.

We’ll talk about how our society got to a point where the moments that fill our souls are valued less than the moments that fill our bank accounts, and what led to a world where some have nothing but time for levity while others labor and struggle to find support that would enable them to get less-than-their-basic needs met.

It’s messy, but we all deserve those moments where we feel alive where we can find them.

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Further reading:

We’ve touched on some of these topics before. If you can’t wait to start reading more on capitalism and how we can reclaim some of our power and joy even while living under its grasp, here are some pieces to wet your whistle: