A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an
invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet,
balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders,
give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyse a new problem,
pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die
gallantly. Specialization is for insects.
— Robert Heinlein, Time Enough for Love
In a number of ways my views and acts are difficult to
explain as rational. I will list them:
1. As an economist, I believe in division of labor and the
benefits of specialization and yet I find Heinlein’s ideal, quoted above,
persuasive. I would like to be that sort of person. To the extent that I am — I
think I can claim at least thirteen items on his list — I am proud of it.
2. I recently attended a social event, a dinner for forty or
fifty people in the host’s home, with catered food. That felt wrong to me. When
we host such events, as we occasionally do, almost all of the food, aside from
any nibbles brought by the guests, is cooked by me and my family.
3. At this point in my life I am comfortably well off, yet I
still make an effort to save money in small ways. We buy flour from Costco in
25 pound bags, pay attention to prices in the grocery store. I look at the
right side of the menu as well as the left when deciding what to order. If we
eat out, it is usually at relatively inexpensive ethnic restaurants. Looking
for a new one, we ignore anything whose online description is $$$. I could
afford to fly business class but never do, save for a few times when someone
else was paying for it.
4. We do a lot of things in-house that it would arguably
make more sense to do through the market. I build our bookcases in my basement
workshop. If a button comes off a shirt or a pants seam comes out or the knee
of my jeans wears through, my wife fixes it. At any reasonable per hour value
for her time, it would usually be cheaper to hire the work out, perhaps to
replace the jeans — I get mine from Haband,
not L L Bean. But we don’t.
Arguably this is all irrational behavior, perhaps behavior
that made sense at an earlier and poorer stage of life, retained through habit.
But perhaps not.
I am comfortably well off at present, but my income reaches
me through an elaborate set of social, legal, and political mechanisms and the
world is an uncertain place. Quite a lot of Americans who were comfortably well
off in 1928 were no longer so in 1930. The same was true a fortiori for French aristocrats in the late 18th
century, Russian in the early 20th. Even short of stock market
collapse or revolution, there are multiple ways in which I could suddenly find
myself in a much worse situation, such as a fraud at my broker’s that emptied
my portfolio. Any money saved today through habits of thrift would vanish along
with everything else, but the habits would not. Even if I am safe through my
lifetime, my children extend my concern decades further, and their pattern of
life will be in part modeled on mine.
In the world as it now is, most things I want done can be
done better and cheaper by someone else, hence it pays to specialize, earn
money doing what I am good at, use that money to get other things through the
market. That mechanism makes possible for modern-day people a standard of
living enormously higher than a self-sufficient homesteading household could
produce with its own labor.
The world is an uncertain place. As long as I am alive and
without serious injury I have my mind, my hands, my skills. In an uncertain
future, there might come a time when I had no access to a market — perhaps not
for a day, a month, or, in an extreme case of societal collapse, a lifetime.
Modern Americans have lived in a safe world for a very long time, but past
performance, as they say, is no guarantee of future returns. There might come a
time when I could no longer support myself by teaching, writing, speaking,
perhaps a time when I would need to flee my country and find other ways of
making a living. Safer not to be a one trick pony.
I conclude that while it makes sense to do most things
through the market — I do not grow my own wheat and grind it for flour or spin
and weave my own cloth — there is much to be said for maintaining a range of
skills, the sort of range Heinlein describes if not his exact list. Just in
case.
Insofar as being to some degree a generalist is prudent, it
is admirable. Insofar as it is admirable, it is something one feels good about,
wishes to demonstrate. By, for example,
feeding forty people out of your kitchen or building your own bookcases.