So okay, you’ve got RRSPs basically figured out. The problem is that even once you understand that an RRSP is basically just a license to invest in whatever without paying taxes (at least, for now) there’s still a bunch of mystery there. It’s a very jargon-dense environment, and for someone who finds the whole topic sort of foreign, a “developing markets small cap hedge fund” is a great big barrier to entry. Besides which, you don’t know how you’re going to find any money to put into one of these things, or how much would be enough anyhow. In a way, you’re worse off for having read my last post (sorry about that) because now you get how simple things ought to be, and you’re STILL out in the cold.

In this post, which comes hot on the heels of the last one only because of the near-expiry of this year’s RRSP deadline and because I like you, I’ll try to give you some suggestions. But you have to promise you won’t sue me, because I might-just-might make actual recommendations, and they might not be right for you, so this is the part where you really have to make your own call.
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[I am, if not my worst critic, at least my most diligent, and so I am now quite convinced that my last missive on the subject of personal finance was sorely over-ambitious. There was enough there for at least 4 posts, and I crammed it all in. Instead, I’m going to try to lay this stuff out more smoothly, because I really do think it’s important. Let me know whether I’m making more sense.]

Cutesy giggles about not wanting to grow up notwithstanding, when you leave school and start working full time, I believe you reach a point where you can be reasonably expected to take some ownership over your life. Paying your own bills, washing your own laundry, these are the things that distinguish us from lemurs. There are, of course, plenty of good reasons to temporarily take a pass on these: people living with their parents to help save up for a downpayment are being relatively grown up about their lives, for example, even if they aren’t paying their own bills just yet. But in general, we expect people to sort of become adults. The problem with this expectation is that unlike driving, or parenting, or trigonometry, there is not a coherent attempt during most kids’ lives to teach them anything about money, and since the same was largely true of our parents’ generation (perhaps moreso), a lot of people get to be adults without knowing much about how to manage their money or how to save for the future. The problem is that this uncertainty evolves into embarassment, which becomes denial and refusal to do anything about it, and that’s no good because eventually someone has to pay the bills, and this thing where we just hike the Canada Pension Plan premiums by 5-10% every year isn’t going to keep working.

What I’m going to try to do here is just talk through the idea of an RRSP, in the hopes that you’ll at least come out the other side confident that you know what an RRSP is, so that you can start thinking about how you’re going to go about building one. There is good discussion to be had about the relative merits of RRSPs vs. other investment possibilities, but none of that can happen until we are working with some shared understanding about the ground rules, so don’t sweat that. As I mentioned above, I’m also not going to try to offer advice on which products to choose here, since it takes us back down the road of a post too long for any mortal to read. So here we go…

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Maybe it’s the Chianti talking, but I’ve got something to say about investing: get your plan sorted out because I have exactly zero interest in paying for your retirement. Every day you decide not to bother, or say you’ll think about that in a few years, or complain that other things are more pressing, is a day you’re leeching off my taxes, my CPP, my hard work.

And the worst part is: it’s not hard to be smarter than almost everyone. You can sit down in an hour and get yourself set up to do better than top-dollar money managers.

All you have to do, and it’s a tough pill, is get used to the idea that it’s not very exciting you don’t get to brag about it.

Continue reading “How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Market” →

I tend to obsess. Not in the melodramatic sense of the word; I don’t obsess about my thighs or about my complexion or about whether Tommy Jenkins will ask me to the winter box social. What I mean to say is that when I decide to find a topic interesting, I

a) see it everywhere
b) feel compelled to purchase (and read) books about it
c) seek out communities of thoughtful and intelligent experts in the field, and read everything they have said to each other in the last year or so on the subject
d) read the new books I have discovered
e) think a great deal about it
f) Tell Amy all about it. ALL about it. Even when she’s sleeping, or eating, or hitting me. She usually just rolls her eyes.

This is a system which, at least as I apply it, is really quite adapted to developing my expertise to a relatively competent level in a relatively short time over a relatively broad expanse of possible interests. I have applied it with success in automotive mechanics, birds of eastern North America, understanding electricity for real, and poker, as examples. I have also applied it quite vigorously on the subject of finance. Budgeting, insurance, credit and debt management, mortgages, retirement planning, real estate investment, taxation, equity trading, mutual funds, options strategies, &c. &c. I do not offer for-profit counselling services nor would I without some kind of accreditation to back me up, but I am also relatively comfortable with what I know and what I don’t, enough that I can make judgements on the wisdom of various ideas or strategies and be confident in the decisions I make.

Enough that I can yell at my monitor when I read what passes for “financial strategies,” “money management” and <shudder> “budget tips” online. My monitor bears witness to the spittle encrustations of my vociferous discontent. By the holy and inspired laws of the Opinion Piece [ “Op. Ed.” being a less useful term when I am the only writer for this, uh, publication] I am now required to say something inflammatory and glib, so as rivet your attentions, to wit:

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