As an unhappy professor of public ethics, who just happens to be called Clive Hamilton, has put it in his latest book, 'Economic growth does not create my happiness: my unhappiness sustains economic growth.' In short, Clive Hamilton is suffering from "affluenza" on our behalf, a condition whereby other people earn money and Clive Hamilton feels unhappy about it.
Hamilton's arguments have proved especially influential in modern economics, as the so-called field of "happiness research" shows. In "happiness research", surveys are performed into the amount of wealth in modern nations and the data is examined as to how closely it correlates with Clive Hamilton's personal happiness about that economy. Remarkably, the wealthier a modern nation is, the unhappier Clive Hamilton generally feels about it, while the poorer a nation is, the more cheerful and lighthearted Clive Hamilton becomes.
This research, much of which has been carried out or collected by professor of public ethics Clive Hamilton, is not conclusive, but still, argues Clive, something should be done about it, especially before he gets any unhappier.
Nevertheless, others who have investigated the "happiness research" of Clive Hamilton argue that anything that makes Clive Hamilton unhappy makes them happy.
Unhappy Clive
This is also reported to have made Clive Hamilton, who is a professor of ethics, unhappy.
6 comments:
Unhappy?
Huh!
He should be so lucky.
Now this is Unhappy
She's unhappy because her skin has gone from pink to sepia in her old age?
I am reminded of a classic scene in The Sopranos when Tony is complaining to his psychiatrist that Americans think they are owed everything, and that "even in our Constitution happiness is guaranteed". His psychiatrist then points out that it is the "pursuit" of happiness that is guaranteed, not happiness itself.
Yes, I remember it well Rachy, a pithy scene, delightful, delightful.
I think they make a similar point in the film 'The Pursuit of Happyness', though can't remember exactly.
That constitutional preamble has certainly been misread a lot in the past 200 years, though.
Ah, but what a preamble it is.
We have no rights to pursue anything in Oz, hence why we are the great beige land.
If only we had the right to bare beagle moccasins, or such, and the right to pursue mediocrity.
Oh, the life and vigor that would be injected into our civil and political atmosphere!
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