So how was your Christmas?
Really?
Are you sure?
Because our girl McMegan is here to tell you that your Christmas actually sucked harder than a Hard Sucking Machine (Hammacher Schlemmer, Christmas 2012 catalog – page 37 – bottom right corner) and wasn’t near as winter wonderland wonderful as hers was. Ready to be diminished by being told that your family and friends are a bunch of hapless but well-meaning doofuses who wouldn’t know a béchamel from a sauce foyot?
Well then, let’s get started. First, the disclaimer that the Daily Beast requires at the beginning of each McMegan post:
I am probably not the right person to answer this question…
Yes, we are aware of all internet traditions but, please, proceed:
…in this post I’m specifically addressing a question that is raised by one economist or another almost every year: isn’t Christmas a huge waste? All those presents that no one wants represent huge deadweight loss. Wouldn’t well all do better by giving cash, or skipping the process entirely?
But first, McMegan has to tell us about all of the cool shit that Santa brought her:
This seems like a silly question in a world of wishlists–I got the exact martini glasses I wanted, the exact electric pressure cooker I wanted, and the exact 13-inch cast iron skillet I wanted, because people could go right on my Amazon wish list and identify them. And yet, I still had the surprise and thrill of opening gifts (well, okay, I knew what the skillet was before I opened it), because there were a number of things on my list.
As you can see from the picture above, McMegan has many skillets, but apparently not the exact 13-inch cast iron skillet that she so desperately needs, and now her life is complete, because, also, martini glasses! Also too, the exact ones! And now McMegan doesn’t have to hate on her family for buying her some shitty off-brand RC Cola-esque kitchen whatsis because THEY COULDN’T FOLLOW SOME SIMPLE FUCKING DIRECTIONS ABOUT WHAT TO BUY AND WHERE TO BUY IT.
Christmas is saved, just like in Whoville! Who-ray!
But now… what about you people?
But even when families freelance, I think economist (sic) ignore two things: the social role of gifting, and the option value of gifting.
McMegan is applying something called “the option value of gifting”. Prepare yourself to have all of the joy of Christmas and giving and being thoughtful leeched from your body by people who would quantify love through a cost/benefit analysis. Here is a sociologist:
… consider Joel Waldfogel’s AER article “The Deadweight Loss of Christmas” (which he later adapted into Scroogenomics). The article basically demonstrates that people don’t especially like the gifts grandma gives them for Christmas. I like Waldfogel a lot* and think this article makes a real contribution in showing how gifts are a deadweight loss when viewed from the perspective of market pricing. However treating this as a problem and normatively asserting that people are irrational to give gifts is like an astronomer chastising a comet for not having the right orbit.
“…gifts are a deadweight loss when viewed from the perspective of market pricing”.
Oh. You shouldn’t have! Now I have to assign to your gift an emotional value that will not only translate into an acceptable amount of love that I may extend to you in return (quid pro quo) at a later date to be determined, but I also have to research current market trends and valuations. If you will turn to this simple amortization table I have prepared…
Back to McMegan:
I’m reading David Graeber’s book, Debt, and while I’m aware of the problems, I do think he gets one thing really right: his exploration of money as a substitute for strong relationships. That is its appealing feature for cosmopolitans, of course; relationships are wonderful in theory, but in practice, they inevitably turn out to be parochial and limiting and an endless amount of work. You do this time consuming task of finding gifts which often aren’t right, and then pretending to like and use the wrong things others have gotten you . . . and why bother if you could each buy yourself better stuff? The sociologist and anthropologist answer that the work is the relationship. The only way to have strong social ties is to spend an “inefficient” amount of time and resources investing in them.
Sex at the ‘cosmopolitan’ McArdles must be an increasingly arduous process, what with the initial RFP and then the negotiations involving lawyers (“Will there be digital stimulation and for how long? Acceptable. Position? Okay, doggystyle…will that include barking and yipping because that’s not in the original proposal and it’s going to cost you, at least, an Impressa Z7…” ) all for seven minutes of heaven.
But these are the kind of things you need to do if you intend to have skin in the game (eww) because, by just giving it away, you’re sanctioning your own victimhood and everyone knows that the rubber mask and fuzzy handcuffs cost extra.
Same as downtown.





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Tell me that she’s doing performance art, a riff on Gilda Ratner’s Emily Latella complete with costume. Please tell me that because otherwise I can’t believe this idiot is gainfully employed as a writer.
Wait, she maintains an Amazon “wish list”? Oh that’s just begging to be hacked.
Hiring McMegan: Yet another Tina Brown triumph.
the definition of batshit insane
how is it this person has such a big microphone? where was god?
Did she say “marketing deadweight loss”? Oh shit. Do I need protection?
Yeah, and why bother with this whole friends thing? What’s the point of spending all this time talking to people who aren’t me? Or you go for a drive with one of them, and he’s not listening to the exact type of music I wanted to listen to, and you have to pretend you’re not revolted…why bother, right?
It’s not on her list, but I think I know what McArdle needs – a programmable soundboard, so she could have long conversations with the only person who really understands her. We could make an app for whatever trendy device she buys next, thereby completing her transition into complete blind egotism.
Apparently taking a nap when the Daily Beast was created.
Clearly, God is laughing at us. You know those videos of dogs and cats doing silly things that get millions of views? That’s us, just so many stupid clips on the celestial video host.
Sad to think that McMegan probably calculated her ROI on her relationships as inaccurately as she did with her economic models.
All this reminds me of SCTV’s bit about Outtakes from “Civilization”–
“humorous” bloopers and mis-speakings by Sir Kenneth Clark that only he found terribly droll, while the rest of the world sighed and said, “Okay, let’s do another take.” Megan thinks that we’re impressed by her intellectuality when we see how “fun” she can be in applying serious economic analysis to the relatively trivial and benign activity of giving Xmas gifts.
What she doesn’t see–what she never sees–is the immense self-satisfaction in “admitting” (i.e., bragging) that she wants X and is delighted to get it. As a libertarian, she thinks her desires are sacred, and she thinks that we think that our own desires are sacred. That’s one reason why libertarianism is a teenager’s philosophy. An adult who has some education and some impulse toward intellectual honesty will know that her/his desires are vanities, frivolities that we indulge only if we are lucky and privileged enough to do so. That McArdle thinks we all approve of and agree with her ardor for this fry pan or that appliance just shows her immaturity. That, in the service of those desires, she defends and pimps for corporatist and plutocratic people and institutions, shows her moral corruption.
She’s a Randroid. That alone guarantees her a gig thanks to her fellow Randroids.
Speaking of McMegan, I need to fix a sentence of hers:
What the fuck is a wishlist?
Unless that’s kerning.
Little big Megan reminds me of that dorky girl who marched proudly to do a math problem on the board…. and got it wrong and then complained that it wasn’t her fault because her chalk broke. And everyone tolerated her and she felt popular ….. without realizing that she was tolerated because her family had the biggest swimming pool and her father was a loudmouth on the school board.
Poor Megan. Glad she informed all her “people” where to find her wishlist on Amazon. :)~
Lo but some of thou still believeth that sapiens were the only species to bipedal out of the glacial mists but no. Within our grasping herd lurks a race of impostors who learneth a different lesson from their mere survival; humans are the ultimate tool.
McMegan has many skillets
Shouldn’t that be “McMegan haz mad skilletz, yo”? Because, reasons.
By the way, here’s a review of David Graber’s book Debt: The First 5000 Years that is guaranteed to be much better than anything McMegan could produce.
Sooo… in this epic retelling of the old classic, Megan McGrinch’s heart actually shrinks another three sizes after thinking carefully about the true meaning of Christmas? Well, that’s nice, dear.
There are lots of horrible people in the world but Megan must have been bio-engineered in a lab to be this awful.
I give gifts that I know I’ll want to borrow later on. Saves one hell of a lot of time and energy.
Well, we know next Christmas will be a very satisfying one for those who previously felt an obligation to purchase some pot or pan for this bitch. They can reduce their shopping list without the guilt and she won’t need to ponder the mysteries of gift giving ever again. And we won’t have to re-read her sentences two and three times trying to figure out what in the world this crappy writer his attempting to say, at least on this subject. And that’s a gift worth giving.
” relationships are wonderful in theory, but in practice, they inevitably turn out to be parochial and limiting and an endless amount of work.”
What she’s saying is that she doesn’t have a boyfriend. After all, there’s so muchwork involved.
” relationships are wonderful in theory, but in practice, they inevitably turn out to be parochial and limiting and an endless amount of work.”
She’s just drawing a conclusion from what she’s been told during every break-up since middle school.
I would dislike McMegan, were I to bother.
Megan, if you use “gift” as a verb again, I’m going to come upside your head with a 13-inch cast iron skillet.
Yes, and she kept hearing that term “deadweight loss” everytime she gifted herself to some guy.
http://www.amazon.com/registry/wishlist/2SPHTLTZB8ELM/ref=cm_pdp_wish_all_itms
McMegan’s wishlist. Assuming that http://www.janegalt.com is her site.
I love the “please, proceed” phrase as an indicator the idiot will keep digging a deeper hole. Thank you, Mr. President.
She wants a factory reconditioned Dyson vacuum?? What a fucking cheapskate.
Does this mean that if I go to her place for a martini I have to bring my own bottle of gin?
I’d like to jam a potato in her mouth, grab her giant fucking ears, knee her in the chin repeatedly and deep fry the results, thereby making McFries. My Christmas sucked because nobody got me the McMandoline.
Don’t forget the ‘special edition’ Reed & Barton/QVC silverplate….
“Megan, it’s not you, it’s me. Really.”
“Wait, no, it is you.”
Self-awareness, where is thy sting?
Oh, right…self-awareness being a trait conspicuously lacking in what passes for McMegan’s personality. One would think that by now she would have learned that postings like these are very akin to fish in a barrel. Clearly one would be wrong.
Now about that last paragraph: do we get some sort of gift ourselves for being forced to contemplate the combination of Megan McArdle, rubber masks and fuzzy handcuffs? I could have very happily spent the rest of my life without that particular vision, thankyewverymuch…
Wow. The amazing thing is that this narcissistic azzhole actually has “friends” – even though McNasty deems them “too much trouble” – and/or “relatives” – no doubt they, too, are deadweight losses to Ms. McSelfInvolved – who give her “gifts” of any sort, whehther “perfect” or useless to her Royal PainInTheAss???
I call bullshit.
McMeMeMeMeeeee bought her “perfect gifts,” wrapped them (or probably had some peon at the department store do the wrapping), and then opened them on Xmas morning, loudly exclaiming: “YIPPEEEE! It’s JUST what I wanted!!!!!” This entity lives in such a Randian fog of self-involvement, denial & lies that she totally believes her own bullshit.
Whatafugginidiot.
Translation:
By “inefficient” amount of time she means being close enough to breathe the same air for longer than it takes to air-kiss each others’ cheeks and try to determine if the handbag is real or a knock-off. By resources, she means the money it takes to keep luring a specifically targeted set of people back into her presence because otherwise, there may not be enough motivation for them to do so.
So….the only way McMegan can have strong social ties (she can’t even use the word friends, cuz…you know) is to calculate whether or not there will be some kind of guaranteed measurable return to her from people who otherwise would offer her nothing, in exchange for what she felt was necessary to give up to attain these ‘ties’.
Sounds healthy. And we all know how skilled McMegan is at calculation.
“Chuck Wagon Dinner Bell?” Figures that McMegs would like the only percussion instrument related to food. Makes me feel much better about my pitiful attempts at Buddy Gay riffs on the guitar.
So, what I believe McMegan is trying to say is…
… is why she couldn’t have been bothered to send out Xmas cards this year; and…
… is her rationalization for giving McSuderman a $25 Chili’s gift card purchased from the local 7-11 the day before as a present.
Shorter McMegan: Receiving iz awesome! Giving sux.
Randian thought is perhaps the most intricately contrived coping mechanism ever used to justify — nay, glorify — a lack of empathy on the thinker’s part.
Pride in Sociopathy? Concur. Good observation.
Always remember: To Randians, compassion and empathy and all that flow from them are things that stand in the way of letting the strong and worthy (aka Randians) have their place in the sun. It’s the discredited pseudoscience of “Social Darwinism”, a concept Darwin himself would have hated, taken to ridiculous and ego-reinforcing extremes.
That. But they’re “too fucking stupid to know that they’re stupid” kind of works its own magic in there too.
Make sure to ring that Chuckwagon McDinner McBell from McMeg’s wishlist to let everyone know when she’s mcdone…
This woman actually reminds of the Ab Fab show from Britain. Totally clueless and out of the loop. If I was good at referencing clips, she is a total fit. I know one of the women is Patsy. It is an old show. Totally hilarious. Just saying.
Here’s some Christmas noogies.
The Randroids really should be encouraged to have t-shirts made–if only so they won’t have to interact with the rest of us.
Uh oh- Someone seems to have forgotten the edict of not taking Christ out of Christmas and made her holiday into Giftmas. I’m so telling Bill O Reilly
I know this is a metaphor, but damn it, I like RC Cola and I despise Megan. Please, TBogg, next time use another shitty cola like Pepsi as a metaphor so I don’t have an existential crisis over my soda preference. Love your writing.
Maybe Jesus iz not liking her take on how to be.
I don’t know. I’m just saying maybe.
Just look for the smug folk wearing anything — t-shirt, button, thong, etc. — with “Who Is John Galt?” on it.
A lot of teens, a group known for their self-absorption and lack of empathy for others (as well as not yet possessing all of the neural wiring that causes one to consider the consequences of actions), will get into Rand, but then get out of her once their neural wiring’s fully hooked up. Unfortunately, some of them never get out of their teens mentally, or Rand. But the ones that are really frightening are those who got hooked on her after they turned thirty, chronologically.
With a name like VonZeppelin you should know McMeg is using the word gift in its German meaning-poison!
My hatred for Megan is a fiery sword, but I do believe her whole post is meant to be satiric. Note how she gets at “cosmopolitans” (not the drink) by assuming they don’t have the staying power to work on relationships. If you read the whole post (I know, yuck) it’s much clearer ’cause she also gets to criticize liberals and non-Randian conservatives for not realizing that the most efficient way to provide health care would be in money rather than kind. But the worth is in PRIVATE choices to choose kind rather than money because it builds community. (E.g. super-wealthy Mittens helps a church pal with a broken arm move, rather than giving him $100 so he could hire someone because Mormons value community. Plus, both get to tell the anecdote.)
Malapert
Nope. Not satiric at all. Read more of her shit and you’ll see her true self shining through. It ain’t pretty, and it’ll cost you about 50 IQ points.
Pats & Eds LIBEL!!!
This is just awful. I think Nietzsche also concluded that all human interaction and relationships are just transactions, and Megan is actually more cynical about this that Nietzsche ever was.
I’ve just seen the Dutch Santa Slasher flick “Saint” and among the final lines (after they’ve done in killer Sinter Klaas), is this gem:
“Presents are nice, but you just wind up with a bunch of crap you don’t need.”
I suppose the irony of someone styling herself jane Galt quoting this shitty line: I will never live for the sake of another man nor ask another man to live for me’ putting up a ‘wish list’ to mooch off others (an OVEN fer crying out loud…)is compleely lost on that woman…