I was reading the Washington Post today when an
op-ed piece caught my eye. It was by a lady called Sheila Bair. Sheila was the chairlady of the Federal Deposit Insurance Corporation and she seemed to have a bee in her bonnet about something she calls short-termism. I've never heard of "short-termism" before. I think she made it up. Which may have been a bit impulsive, on account of there already being lots of ways to call people shortsighted.
Sheila says we're too nearsighted as a society. That "our financial markets remain too focused on quick profits, and our political process is driven by a two-year election cycle and its relentless demands for fundraising." Apparently we all need to see a neural optometrist and get our foresight checked. Okay. But not today, there's a sale at Walmart.
She also says that "the type of information that dominates cable news and the blogosphere is generally not designed to appeal to our more rational, long-term thought processes." This surprised me. Partly because I don't have a rational, long-term thought process and my irrational, short-term thought process didn't know how to handle it. But also because I thought this was how capitalism and free-markets worked, and that Game Theorists and psychologists had known it all along.
In Rational Choice Theory people are deemed "rational" when they act to get what they want. Or, to use smarty-talk, when agents make decisions that maximize their utility (getting what you want). For example, I have the cold-sweats, I'm shaking, my body aches, I feel nauseous: mmm, heroin. What? Sure it's bad for me over the long run, but at the moment it's relieving all the horrible symptoms of my drug addiction. Rational choice. And if I can't rustle up enough dosh to buy me some smack, I'll try hooking, or stealing, or mugging. Once again, rational choice. 'But those activities adversely affect others', you whine. True. But those are "externalities". It's not my problem if you have to buy a new Rolex, or stereo, or course of anti-HIV medication. I'm high, baby - that's all that matters to me.
Unsavory example? Okay. I'm a single parent, have 3 kids to clothe and feed and I'm on social assistance. On my way home from looking for work I swing by Colonel Sanders' place for a bucket of the dirty bird with fries, then pick up some socks and undies shipped all the way from China at the local gigantic-mart. What? Now you're complaining that I'm selling my kids short nutritionally, increasing the trade deficit and promoting climate change. I've got $32 in my pocket. What do you want me to do? Pick up a bag of organic spinach and a carrot for dinner and send the rug rats to school a la commando?
Bair says "responsible policies are promptly vilified if they involve the slightest hint of short-term sacrifice." Adorable. I can't help wondering how many times Sheila has refused to fly to attend a wedding because it would be exacerbating America's reliance on foreign oil? I wonder how often she's downsized her family's living arrangements to conserve non-renewable resources and energy, curbing commodity prices and helping reduce costs for the poor? I wonder, when she's out for dinner at the Inn at Little Washington, if she refuses to have the Red Snapper, or Bluefin Tuna, or Orange Roughy, or Cod, or Chilean Seabass, because she is too farsighted to participate in the continued collapse and over-fishing of these species?
Short-termism. That's how we do. In fact we've become so preoccupied with the "economy" and near-term financial regulation that we're missing the big picture. There are too many of us competing for limited stuff. Our money is really debt. And the natural systems upon which the "real" economy relies are in decline.
Me, I'm a Bratscal, which means I'm hasty, impetuous, myopic and selfish. I say gimme all the Bluefin Tuna you have before it's gone. Besides, I need a snack. Ms. Bair's article is a long read. Still, it's a welcome distraction from this gloomy article in the New York Times: Ocean at Dire Risk, Team of Scientists Warn. Pass the wasabi.