“Will Vicktoreya Keyneslee Beauxpensees please come see the principal right now?” said the voice over the intercom. The voice didn’t actually tell me where to go, but I met the principal at his office anyway, because I knew that was the Schelling point for where we could find each other. I pushed my luxuriant raven hair behind my ear demurely and used my delicate, doll-like hand to knock on the door.
I have never subscribed to a Substack although I have read many. I couldn’t imagine a more deserving article for me to use my time to comment on (especially after finishing a grueling Macroeconomics course)! Unfortunately, I expect no economic return from this interaction and have outed myself as an irrational actor :(
I have never subscribed to a Substack although I have read many. I couldn’t imagine a more deserving article for me to use my time to comment on (especially after finishing a grueling Macroeconomics course)! Unfortunately, I expect no economic return from this interaction and have outed myself as an irrational actor :(
I'm dying here. You are the best. Instant classic.
"Nashwell smiled rationally." - Objectively lovely.
This is hilarious. Subscribed.
Richard Thaler,
is you?