A good, Christian woman would applaud Megan McArdle's post about the hardships of being a writer, especially in the age of recession. Fortunately I am only one of those things.
Point the first: I told you so. I told you you'd suffer from this disaster, which you and your fellow elite wanna-bes cheered on. Good. Now maybe you'll learn to be less callous towards those in genuine need, though I doubt it.
Point the second: You are being paid to write, making you one of the most fortunate creatures on the planet. I write or read research material every day for free. Stop whining and man up and thank your parents for buying you an education that purchased admiration and respect and jobs.
Point the third: If you are so shallow and insecure that you must live up to someone else's spending, too bad. Learn to go without like all the poor people whom you blame for all their own problems. Hey, maybe if you were a better person you'd be richer!
You call your credit score a sign of a life well-lived. You have no idea. You are not going to enjoy this depression, and I told you that as well.