Indiscriminate Goldman Envy/Hate: How To Read Greg Smith Op-Ed Reactions

Kids. Unbunch your panties and sit down.

The reactions to Greg Smith’s op-ed have been flying fast and furious.

In my summary judgment, they have as a group been indiscriminately furious, perhaps as a result of being unjustifiably fast. I place heavy blame on the editors of the papers these reactions have been published in. *cough*financialtimes*cough*

Let’s take Investment Banking: In need of a brush-up.

In big bold subtitles this says “Parting shot of a Goldman Sachs trader is the latest criticism of a group known for self-interest“. Greg Smith was a salesman, not a trader, but okay, maybe this was the copywriter’s mistake, not the authors themselves (all seasoned FT veterans). In fact they do make the distinction toward the end when they conclude that “The nagging truth, however, is that the problems of Goldman Sachs are not just a product of a trading mentality. It was, after all, advisory bankers rather than traders who hurt the group’s reputation in the UniCredit affair.

This article was a story waiting for an event: Let’s take a selection of the best known Ugly Goldman Stories across its disparate activities and slap them together with the unifying theme of “self-interest”.

You can do anything in finance but God forbid you be self interested while you do so. I do not understand why the rest of the working population, especially people who sell soft drinks and fast cars and celebrity gossip and reality TV and ridiculous travel destinations, gets a free pass in this self interest thing. Of course self-interest, within legal boundaries, is acceptable. Outside it it is unacceptable. We do not make this allowance for the financial industry. Even among the financial industry we get this:

“I despise Goldman,” says the chief investment officer of one UK asset manager. “It is completely self-serving.”

Self-interest within legal boundaries but outside client expectations is less acceptable but pardonable and of course it has a deleterious effect – on the self in question. Therefore it is not in the long term self interest to pursue these actions for short term benefit. It is highly suspicious that the authors would trot out a Sid Weinberg anecdote and completely omit his successor Gus Levy’s commandment to that The Firm be  ”long term greedy“. The facts are being cherry picked to convince the less knowledgeable reader of the authors’ overall agenda which is – what, exactly? – that Investment Banking is in need of a brush up because of Goldman’s excessive self interest? Because of Goldman sales or Goldman advisory? Because of anecdotal evidence or comprehensive surveys?

An even more egregious example of this, though neatly contrasting in sympathy to The Firm, is Nader Mousavizadeh’s ironically titled “Separate myth from reality at Goldman”. I have to say, seeing how it was written by an ex-journalist, that it is extremely poorly written by my judgment. Have a look for yourself and try to figure out where the author stands by the end of paragraph 3. You can’t. Why? I suspect it is because the author doesn’t really know where he stands either. Does this pass for good writing at The New Republic? And look at the non-anecdotal evidence he uses. I hesitate to use the word “evidence” because there is ambiguity between the singular and plural form. In Nader’s essay, it is singular. A very singular non sequitur. Nader uses the ranking of global M&A advisory business to dismiss the possibility of betrayal of client trust by an equity derivatives salesperson.  Ultimately, Nader succeeds in doing nothing but establishing the fact that he worked for Goldman for 5 years and thinks they are better than that.

It is hard to take any argument seriously when they are based on weak grounds. I don’t claim to be unbiased in these issues and I care very much about fair play, but having to read horrendously argued opinions that play to a populist tune does not convince me that it is worthwhile trying to debate their progenitors.

Twitter – Week of 2012-03-18

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My American Accent

Came back with a vengeance today. I realize it is particularly strong when I haven’t been talking for a while and have been doing a lot of thinking in my head.

Come to think of it, I probably already think in American already. I already adopt some American spelling when I type and I actually have to make an effort to drop the fricative “h” in “th” sounds.

There are many kinds; I do refer to standard East Coast Educated American of course.

I am not sure what to think about it. From a pragmatic perspective – and what other is there – I should only adopt it if it increases my credibility. I do not pretend not to be a Singaporean. But at the same time it is universally acknowledged that the Singaporean accent and grammar is one of the most repulsive in the Anglophone world, almost to the point of butchering the language beyond all recognition to other speakers. Hardly a good thing when it comes to effective communication. I do not know if my coworkers and boss think that I am a sellout to my own kind, or if they are just grateful they don’t have to deal with a local accent all day. (Mitigating factors in my favor: my boss has himself greatly reduced his Australian accent, my director has a barely perceptible Dutch accent, and only our youngest trader still has a heavy Indonesian accent.)

There is also the second order effect – if I ostensibly adopt my “better” accent to enhance my credibility, that should get anyone’s bullshit radar up on high alert as I am obviously consciously or subconsciously compensating for a lack of confidence or some similar stressor. Credibility moves in mysterious ways, its wonders to behold.

I do think myself a very fluid code-switcher, but it is highly context-sensitive. Meaning – put me among Singaporeans and I will lah and lor with the best of them, and one second later when speaking with an American friend on the phone I switch back to full-on slurring of consonants. It is not just English – people who knew me while I studied in Bejing observed a good deal of Beijing influence in my spoken Mandarin, some of which persists to this day.

The most interesting scenarios occur in the rare occasions when I meet another like myself in the right context: Both having a less formal accent register to drop to, but both opting not to because of a third person or because we started that way and might as well continue.

 

Twitter – Week of 2012-03-11

  • Pondering if there is an etymological link between the colloquial verb form of "pussy" and the archaic "pusillanimity" #
  • @joseliz ha I wish. More like I get rained on if ya know what I mean #
  • @joseliz just signing up for your updates, can't believe I haven't actually followed you before. I always see your links on fb #
  • Dude having 7 hours of sleep ROCKS can't believe I haven tried it for so long #
  • Although loneliness has always been a friend of mine #
  • Cannot believe that I got physically LOCKED OUT from work at 1.30 in the morning #
  • Today in the annals of Obvious Headlines… http://t.co/EWD9GrGu #
  • Strategy Backtester http://t.co/MHXjxhL4 #
  • @mrbrown rather difficult to feel sympathy. She should try ntuc plastic bag, it's theft proof and as a bonus waterproof #
  • Crime: Alleged Train Wanker Gets Off On Best Defense Ever – @Gawker http://t.co/bJAtiJrz #
  • My parents hung this in my room for the last 8 years. http://t.co/EuGEQq1K #
  • Took myself out shopping today and wound up spending all of 2 bucks. The real people "buck" not the trader "buck". #
  • Google has 12x 2004 revenue | http://t.co/EwrWTDFk (via @Techland)” #
  • "No evidence for the theory of evolution, but evolution remains popular." at st Andrews cathedral http://t.co/gmwG84eb #
  • Glad they decided to do Expendables 2. #

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The Island Of Death From Behind

You wouldn’t know it, but Singapore’s resort island of Sentosa is a study in ironies.

Originally named Pulau Blakang Mati, it was named by Malay villagers due to the murder and piracy that went on in this miniature replica of Singapore, fully exposed to the same trade routes that led to the establishment of the colony, but without the benefit of relatively deep and calm waters. This name was in use from at least 1604 until the early 1800′s. It translates to ”the Island of Death From Behind”.

Skip ahead two centuries.

As the Second World War developed, the British set up artillery guns in Fort Siloso on Sentosa, pointing southward in anticipation of a seaward Japanese attack. Of course, this was one of a long list of British military blunders in the defense of Singapore, as the Japanese then proceeded to march downward through the Malaysian peninsula, taking few prisoners, ultimately descending on Singapore in a shockingly sparse cloud of death – from behind.

Of course, one of the most brutal scenes any Singapore schoolchild has seen of the Japanese occupation of Singapore is that of the ambiguously named Sook Ching Operation. The beaches of Sentosa bear the taint of many innocents. Prisoners of war taken to the beach, forced to dig their own graves, and then shot/executed – from behind.

Skip ahead a half century.

Having been renamed to the rather more palatable “Sentosa”, with origins from the Sanskrit Santosha meaning “peace and tranquility”, the island proceeded to be anything but. Each night for three decades the now-5-million-visitor-a-year island (Singapore itself is about 3 million locals, 2 million foreigners) has erupted in fire, featured swaying jets of water set to rousing instrumentals, played host to countless concerts and rave parties (most recently organized by a top local club, Zouk), had at least three theme parks full of screaming kids, awkward teens and thankful parents. Now of course it is home to one of a pair of Singapore’s controlled exercises in vice, the mega casino in Resorts World Sentosa operated by well known Malaysian gambling name Genting.

Part of an occasional series featuring geographical curiosities. Please check out We Are All Fat for the first installment.