Carnival of Wealth, Back to School Edition

 

It took 70 years, but the Dionne quintuplets' makeover is finally complete

It took 70 years, but the Dionne quintuplets’ makeover is finally complete

 

Some people hate corporate retailers on principle, thinking it would be more efficient and somehow more fulfilling to buy their clothes, groceries, office supplies and software from different mom-and-pop shops. Others hate corporate retailers for a more legitimate reason – residual anger from childhood, at being informed of back-to-school sales weeks before classes actually began.

Bart Simpson (upon breaking his leg): Now I’m gonna miss the whole summer.
Homer Simpson: Don’t worry, boy. When you get a job like me you’ll miss every summer.

Or you can rely on passive income in your adulthood, which makes summers even better than they were in childhood. Ah well, to each their own. Buy our book for elaboration on what we’re talking about.

Let’s shake things up a little this week, eat dessert first. West Point graduate and retired Army officer Jason at Hull Financial Planning made the 1st round of cuts for Who Wants To Be A Millionaire? If he gets on the show, we hope the questions he faces are no more challenging than:

Which of the following traffic lights means “go”?

a. Red
b. Amber
c. Green
d. Fuchsia

…because he’s committed (committed, it’s on the internet and everything) to donate half his winnings to the Wounded Warrior Project.

Also, Jason? Here’s a little something we picked up at Guitar Center recently:
balalaikaWhat, you don’t have one? All the cool kids have one. This is maybe our 20th or so. It’s hard to keep track, given how common they are. We can’t walk down our street without stepping over one.

No, you’re thinking of “baboushka,” which is one of those head coverings old Russian women wear. It’s become so identified with them that it’s often used colloquially to refer to the women themselves.

No, that’s “balaclava.” British English for the kind of ski mask that white people wear in the ADT commercials (and that they then remove, so you know they’re white.) Ah well, better luck next time.

While millions of educated people her age are paying off student loans, Pauline Paquin is going in the opposite direction. From deep in rural Guatemala, the cash-flow-positive Frenchwoman behind Reach Financial Independence is taking her site’s title to heart and offering scholarships to 2 girls in her village. Even better, one of the scholarships is reserved for a trade school. The world needs barbers far more than it needs philosophers, unless those philosophers are particularly adept at brewing coffee.

(This is going to be one of those no-filler CoWs. We can feel it already.)

New kitten adoptee and defending CYC Woman of the Year Paula Pant at Afford Anything asks if you should ever borrow money to buy a car. Knee-jerk financial advice says no, of course not. Second-level thinking says measure it against the alternatives. Paula’s boyfriend could have gotten a car loan with a zero real rate of interest, or close to it. But the psychological high of not having a car loan trumped math and he ended up paying cash instead. Paula retaliated by yelling at him for never emptying the dishwasher. The boyfriend accused her of flirting with her personal trainer. Their exchange got louder, household objects were broken, the police were called, and we wrote this sentence and the previous couple just to entice you into visiting Paula’s site. (Also, any woman who says non-facetiously that her dream car is 7-9 years old and has 70,000 ± 20,000 miles on it is alright by us.)

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For some entrepreneurs, the thought of long hours and multiple bosses (i.e. every client, as opposed to a single 9-to-5 supervisor) is more than made up for by the famed ironclad Rule #1: Pay yourself first. The problem occurs when novice business owners never stop paying themselves. Sandi Martin at Spring Personal Finance points out that business profits are business profits, officer salaries are officer salaries, and you need a business plan that extends beyond write-offs and tax breaks. Sandi also makes the most obscure pop-culture reference in the history of the CoW, assuming that Canadian breakfast cereal esoterica counts as pop culture:

People, the money your business makes is a real, finite resource. The operating account for Joe’s Plumbing isn’t an endlessly renewing cup of Red River Cereal like that one you made on that camping trip last year but didn’t add enough water to, so every bite you took was rapidly replaced and you despaired of ever finishing the stupid stuff.

When you invest with as sound a strategy as Dividend Growth Investor does, you end up with problems that are good to have. Such as, a portfolio that’s weighted too heavily toward undervalued companies. Poor fella. So instead of hitting Philip Morris and Chevron ever harder, he’s created a list of major players with low price-earnings ratios, high dividends (of course), and growth potential. Still, he won’t move into a company of questionable quality (even if its price is attractive) just to attempt to make a buck.

New submitter this week, with a provocative headline. Matt Becker of Mom & Dad Money asks if you’d be interested in spending half an hour developing an investment strategy that will beat 80% of market players. Long story short, he argues that index funds beat their actively managed brethren over the long haul. It’s been a long time since we welcomed a new contributor who had something worthwhile to say (Sandi at Spring Personal Finance might have been the most recent, and she’s been around for months), so hopefully Matt will be a consistent addition to the roster.

Wait, we forgot about Rob Aeschbach. The former Marine (Yeah, we know: there are no former Marines. Alright, the “current civilian”) answers questions from readers in his direct and non-vacillating style. That the readers might be fictional is unimportant, given how good Rob’s advice is. Especially his assessment of your little punk’s college prospects:

I don’t think a college grad with $35,000 of student debt and a degree in puppetry really has a better future than a debt-free high school grad who is qualified as a diesel mechanic, heavy equipment operator, or HVAC technician.

Another eponymous blogger is Michael at Kitces.com, who avails us of the news that the Internal Revenue Service has now deigned to let you receive an annuity upon your benefactor’s death and then switch to another. Previously, you had to sell the annuity, pay taxes at ordinary income rates, then invest the remainder. It’s only a private IRS letter, and not yet law, but it seems as though the letter will eventually be passed into legislation.

Some people like to touch stuff before they buy it. Depending on the good in question, this might make sense. Daniel at Sweating the Big Stuff has been on this planet long enough to know what he’s in for when he buys most items sight unseen. And even if he wasn’t, he knows how to read reviews. That’s why he buys almost exclusively online, to the point where it’s hard for him to remember when he bought something in a store.

How much money would it take to make a legitimate difference in your life? (If your answer is “I only need family, friends, my health and the smile on my kid’s face, congratulations on making it 1300 words into a post on what’s clearly the wrong website for you.) Evan at My Journey to Millions notes that for him, that mysterious number is forever increasing. And not just as a result of inflation.

Rowan Wellington at The Skilled Investor returns with his curious blend of 1997 GeoCities-era graphics and literal textbook advice. This week, several dry if consistent bullet points on how the securities markets work in the most general of terms.

Don at My Dollar Plan not only overpaid for his 1st house, he overfinanced it. Years later he now rents the house out, and discovered that the rules for refinancing your residence are vastly different than those for refinancing a house you don’t live in.

Last but hardly least, PKamp3 at DQYDJ.net asks one of his classic non-rhetorical questions: Should You Major in Photography? Being PKamp3, he illustrates his answer by way of colorful charts and unambiguous graphic evidence that states that getting professionally credentialed to press buttons and trade out lenses is a fool’s game. (Here’s a general rule: If people do it as a hobby, it probably shouldn’t be a formal area of tertiary study.)

And we’re done. Same time tomorrow.

Hunter Mahan Has Too Much Money

 

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This is Hunter Mahan, who was leading the Canadian Open after 2 rounds this past weekend. The winner of the tournament gets $1,008,000.

He withdrew from the tournament to be with his expectant wife. (If he’d withdrawn 9 months earlier, he wouldn’t be in this situation in the first place. Hey-oh!) Mrs. Mahan, we gratuitously mention, used to cheer for the Dallas Cowboys before advancing to the next occupation in the hierarchy, full-time adornment. Also, her name is Kandi. Not “Candy”, or even “Candi”, but “Kandi”. To be with her, Mahan had to fly from Toronto to Dallas-Fort Worth and then, presumably, heroically run through the hospital lobby to the maternity ward while a stern woman behind the information desk yells at him to remove his cleats because he’s destroying the linoleum.

Mahan is not an obstetrician, a nurse, a midwife, nor even a doula. But unlike those licensed professionals (and dubiously accredited charlatans, as the list progresses), Mahan does have an incredible talent for earning gigantic chunks of money in very concentrated periods. He was halfway to doing that this weekend, when contractions won out over contracts.

Again, $1,008,000. Not that leading after 2 rounds means he was necessarily going to win, but unless he were to suffer a Jean van de Velde-level meltdown, Mahan would be walking away with at least a few hundred thousand dollars. Instead he just up and quit, which did win him the non-monetary approbation of moonstruck women everywhere.

There have been previous instances of athletes taking inopportune days off to be with their pregnant wives. 20 years ago an NFL player missed a regular-season game and had to forgo $111,111 in salary. The culture has since softened considerably, and prioritizing the family’s paycheck now seems less-than-chivalrous. And increasingly uncommon.

That aside, the difference between Mahan and team-sport athletes is that the former isn’t on salary. Mahan can sit out all the tournaments he wants, or withdraw halfway through, without affecting any teammates or compromising anybody’s won-lost record. As long as he didn’t plan on winning, that is.

Let’s assume Mahan would have fought off the field and indeed won the Canadian Open. His wife would then have had to give birth with only trained medical staff and maybe her mother (if she’s sufficiently meddlesome) by her side. We’ll concede that Mahan might have provided some psychological benefit to his wife by being in the delivery room. And no, you can’t put a price on love.

Except you can, or at least on this particular manifestation of it. Again, $1,008,000. Instead of calling Mahan a selfless hero and the greatest husband ever, let’s assess this objectively. Is he really?

Go to your local community hospital and find one of the mamacitas ready to drop an anchor baby tonight. Oh, what the hell, you can even talk to an upwardly mobile U.S. citizen who’s about to give birth. Find one whose husband is standing around acting nervously while trying not to look useless as he awaits his escort into the delivery room. Then, offer the couple $1,008,000 on the stipulation that the husband leave the hospital and not return for 2 days.

Anyone who wouldn’t take the money is a prevaricator at best. Not just anyone of normal means, but literally anyone. Even Rupert Murdoch, who for some reason fathered his 6th child at 72 a decade ago, would have gone home and taken the money.

Is Hunter Mahan that rich? He’s not Murdoch-level rich, but he’s doing more than pretty well for a 31-year-old. His career earnings are $24 million, and with this year’s tour half over has won $2.3 million. Could have been $3.3 million, but what’s done is done.

Granted, a $1 million windfall means slightly less to a man who’s earned $24 million in his short life than it does to most of us. But that’s beside the point. Denying yourself money because of a relatively unimportant* non-monetary urgency shows a gross misunderstanding of what that money can do. It’s not as if Mahan had to pay a $1,008,000 ransom to get Kandi back from Sri Lankan terrorists. That would at least make sense. But refusing a 7-digit payday to fulfill some loosely unwritten social contract is bad parenting and bad husbanding to boot.

How much is it worth to show up in the delivery room and hold your wife’s hand when someone else can do it? Is it worth $1,008,000? Think about what the Mahans could have done with the money.

Everyone loves to acknowledge that a) there’s nothing more important than a college education and b) it can be a challenge to pay for one, right? What if by missing the birth of his child, Mahan had thus eliminated 4 years of tuition and boarding concerns, 18 years down the road? With tons of money left over, no less? Mahan could have bought an ostentatious house for…well, somebody, if not his wife and new kid. Instead, tournament winner Brandt Snedeker will get to make that decision instead.

If money accosts you on the street and says “Put me in your pocket” – or, less figuratively, requires you to spend your weekend protecting a 2-stroke lead – you’ve forfeited the right to ever complain about your financial situation again. Again, this wasn’t 100. This was 100 cubed. Part of the blame here lies with Kandi, who has now become so acclimated to luxury without concern that she didn’t say, “Hey! What are you doing? Get your butt back to Ontario and make us some money!”

Mahan’s hat sponsor Ping had nothing but accolades for Mahan. But we’re willing to bet that CEO John Solheim is secretly seething at seeing the Bridgestone logo atop Snedeker’s head as he hoisted the trophy Sunday afternoon.

 

*Yeah, we said it. He didn’t need to be there.