Can't buy me love, oh...

[4est_4est_Gump]

Think money can't buy happiness? Think again
Martha C. White

It turns out, rich people are happier than poor people.

A new Brookings Institution paper finds that people who live in rich countries are more satisfied with their lives than those in poor countries, and rich people within individual countries are happier than their poor neighbors.

That old “money can’t buy happiness” chestnut, formally called Easternlin’s paradox by economists after an influential 1974 study that concluded rich nations are no happier than poor ones, is such an enduring myth because it holds a lot of appeal, said Justin Wolfers, one of the paper’s authors, a nonresident fellow at Brookings and professor of economics and public policy at the University of Michigan.

“I think it’s incredibly comforting to believe in it,” he said. “You can believe that people who live in grinding poverty… are just as happy as you are.”

http://lifeinc.today.com/_news/2013/05/02/18020005-think-money-cant-buy-happiness-think-again?lite=

 

[Byron In Exile]

Four Yorkshiremen

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=13JK5kChbRw


Aye, very passable, that, very passable bit of risotto.

Nothing like a good glass of Château de Chasselas, eh, Josiah?

You're right there, Obadiah.

Who'd have thought thirty year ago we'd all be sittin' here drinking Château de Chasselas, eh?

In them days we was glad to have the price of a cup o' tea.

A cup o' cold tea.

Without milk or sugar.

Or tea.

In a cracked cup an' all.

Oh, we never had a cup. We used to have to drink out of a rolled up newspaper.

The best we could manage was to suck on a piece of damp cloth.

But you know, we were happy in those days, although we were poor.

Because we were poor. My old Dad used to say to me, "Money doesn't buy you happiness, son".

Aye, 'e was right.

Aye, 'e was.

I was happier then and I had nothin'. We used to live in this tiny old tumble-down house with great big holes in the roof.

House! You were lucky to live in a house! We used to live in one room, all twenty-six of us, no furniture, half the floor was missing, and we were all 'uddled together in one corner for fear of falling.

Eh, you were lucky to have a room! We used to have to live in a corridor!

Oh, we used to dream of livin' in a corridor! Would have been a palace to us. We used to live in an old water tank on a rubbish tip. We got woke up every morning by having a load of rotting fish dumped all over us! House? Huh.

Well, when I say 'house' it was just a hole in the ground covered by a sheet of tarpaulin, but it was a house to us.

We were evicted from our hole in the ground; we had to go and live in a lake.

You were lucky to have a lake! There were a hundred and fifty of us living in a shoebox in the middle of the road.

Cardboard box?

Aye.

You were lucky. We lived for three months in a rolled-up newspaper in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six in the morning, clean the newspaper, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down at the mill fourteen hours a day, week-in week-out, for sixpence a week, and when we got home our Dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt.

Luxury! We used to have to get out of the lake at three o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of hot gravel, work twenty hours day at mill for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would beat us around the head and neck with a broken bottle, if we were lucky!

Well, of course, we had it tough. We used to have to get up out of the shoebox in the middle of the night and lick road clean with our tongues. We had to eat half a handful of freezing cold gravel, work twenty-four hours a day at mill for sixpence every four years, and when we got home our Dad would slice us in two with a bread knife.

Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night half an hour before I went to bed, eat a lump of cold poison, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad would kill us and dance about on our graves singing Hallelujah.

And you try and tell the young people of today that... they won't believe you.

No, they won't...

 

[ms_ann_thrope]

Money can also buy pizza and misery. It's all in the shopping.

 

[Midnight_Man]

Hey, what money can't buy, I can't use.

 

[Wat_Tyler]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=13JK5kChbRw


Aye, very passable, that, very passable bit of risotto.

Nothing like a good glass of Château de Chasselas, eh, Josiah?

You're right there, Obadiah.

Who'd have thought thirty year ago we'd all be sittin' here drinking Château de Chasselas, eh?

In them days we was glad to have the price of a cup o' tea.

A cup o' cold tea.

Without milk or sugar.

Or tea.

In a cracked cup an' all.

Oh, we never had a cup. We used to have to drink out of a rolled up newspaper.

The best we could manage was to suck on a piece of damp cloth.

But you know, we were happy in those days, although we were poor.

Because we were poor. My old Dad used to say to me, "Money doesn't buy you happiness, son".

Aye, 'e was right.

Aye, 'e was.

I was happier then and I had nothin'. We used to live in this tiny old tumble-down house with great big holes in the roof.

House! You were lucky to live in a house! We used to live in one room, all twenty-six of us, no furniture, half the floor was missing, and we were all 'uddled together in one corner for fear of falling.

Eh, you were lucky to have a room! We used to have to live in a corridor!

Oh, we used to dream of livin' in a corridor! Would have been a palace to us. We used to live in an old water tank on a rubbish tip. We got woke up every morning by having a load of rotting fish dumped all over us! House? Huh.

Well, when I say 'house' it was just a hole in the ground covered by a sheet of tarpaulin, but it was a house to us.

We were evicted from our hole in the ground; we had to go and live in a lake.

You were lucky to have a lake! There were a hundred and fifty of us living in a shoebox in the middle of the road.

Cardboard box?

Aye.

You were lucky. We lived for three months in a rolled-up newspaper in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six in the morning, clean the newspaper, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down at the mill fourteen hours a day, week-in week-out, for sixpence a week, and when we got home our Dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt.

Luxury! We used to have to get out of the lake at three o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of hot gravel, work twenty hours day at mill for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would beat us around the head and neck with a broken bottle, if we were lucky!

Well, of course, we had it tough. We used to have to get up out of the shoebox in the middle of the night and lick road clean with our tongues. We had to eat half a handful of freezing cold gravel, work twenty-four hours a day at mill for sixpence every four years, and when we got home our Dad would slice us in two with a bread knife.

Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night half an hour before I went to bed, eat a lump of cold poison, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad would kill us and dance about on our graves singing Hallelujah.

And you try and tell the young people of today that... they won't believe you.

No, they won't...

We used to dream about having the money to pay to have a job digging ditches and having Dad kill us . . . and these kids won't hear a word of it.

 

[thør]

Nelson A. (Rocky) Rockefeller said was rumored to have said:

Money isn't everything, I know, I have them both.

 

[fluffPE]

Nelson A. (Rocky) Rockefeller said was rumored to have said:

Money isn't everything, I know, I have them both.

I laughed out loud!

 

[rosco rathbone]

Recent research has found a curve which levels off at about 60k 2012 USD per annum income. Above that point, a basic level of comfort and security has been attained and further movement towards "happiness" is marginal.

 

[Byron In Exile]

Recent research has found a curve which levels off at about 60k 2012 USD per annum income. Above that point, a basic level of comfort and security has been attained and further movement towards "happiness" is marginal.

It kicks up again at 600k.

 

[4est_4est_Gump]

Recent research has found a curve which levels off at about 60k 2012 USD per annum income. Above that point, a basic level of comfort and security has been attained and further movement towards "happiness" is marginal.

Recent research indicated that this Spring would be the hottest on record.




You got a point there?

 

[rosco rathbone]

I wonder if the happiness spread is a function of societal status. In other words, if you went back to a more primitive society where having a certain income wouldn't really buy you all that much more of what we consider indispensable modern comforts and conveniences. The King and the pauper both cold in winter, hot in summer, suffering the same pests and diseases and bad food. The King eats more, maybe has silk underwear instead of scratchy woolens,but the main difference is in status.

 

[BusyAfternoon]

"The only thing money gives you is the freedom of not worrying about money. ... and that's no small thing.

 

[Wat_Tyler]

I think that Lincoln had it about right when he said something like people are about as happy as they make up their minds to be.


The rest is relative.

 

[4est_4est_Gump]

Envy is the root of all evil.

Happiness is either the absence of, or the sating of envy.

This explains everything from a monk's poverty to Warren Buffett's wealth...

Money is a symptom of someone striving to sate their envy by rising above others in a measurable context.

Discuss © Six-Paki, Ltd, circa 2003

 

[4est_4est_Gump]

"The only thing money gives you is the freedom of not worrying about money. ... and that's no small thing.

Say you don't need no diamond ring,
And I'll be satisfied (to correct your grammar)...

I think that Lincoln had it about right when he said something like people are about as happy as they make up their minds to be.


The rest is relative.

'Cause I don't care too much for money,
I've already got Hemi...

 

[Wat_Tyler]

These headers are a bear to get installed. So far so good, tho', just slow.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Money is a symptom of someone striving to sate their envy by rising above others in a measurable context.

So what matters is relative place on the totem pole, not the having or not having of this or that thing that money can buy. "Rising above".

 

[4est_4est_Gump]

So what matters is relative place on the totem pole, not the having or not having of this or that thing that money can buy. "Rising above".

For many, yes, and that is why it varies from culture to culture, as men go, some poles are longer than others...

 

[4est_4est_Gump]

These headers are a bear to get installed. So far so good, tho', just slow.

Did the Lord not give you a son by which to install the harder parts?

 

[Wat_Tyler]

Did the Lord not give you a son by which to install the harder parts?

He did, and then his mother took him to Florida and left me here.

 

[4est_4est_Gump]

He did, and then his mother took him to Florida and left me here.

I only you had 3D printed an iMom...



__________________
I invented i, the square root of neutral 1.

 

[4est_4est_Gump]

Does the 3D iMa'am come with bomb vest?


__________________
I invented i, the square root of neutral 1.

 

[Wat_Tyler]

I only you had 3D printed an iMom...



__________________
I invented i, the square root of neutral 1.

That actually might have been worse, especially if we mapped my brain to program hers.

 

[4est_4est_Gump]

The iMom and iMa'am 3(6)D Printable Real Dolls come blonde and brainless...



__________________
I invented i, the square root of neutral 1.

 

[Wat_Tyler]

Sadly, brainless is boring as ballz.