Megan Dunn tests the bestselling Money, Money, Money, a new book full of exercises and tools to help get to grips with your relationship with wealth.<\/p>\n
\u201cHi Money. I don\u2019t think we\u2019ve ever met before,\u201d I said.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Money looked a little surprised. \u201cWe\u2019ve never met?\u201d Money was another middle-aged woman down a Zoom screen.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, I\u2019ve heard of you,\u201d I said. \u201cIt\u2019s like you were always at the party first but gone by the time I arrived. You\u2019ve met other people I know. I just always got there too late,\u201d I said.\u00a0<\/p>\n
That\u2019s the guts of my first meeting with money. I was about 49 going on 50 at the time. So, my shame compass was wobbling all over the dial. \u201cHi Money\u201d, is a therapeutic role play exercise. You do the role play in pairs. One person assumes the character of money, and then you have a first-person chat about your relationship. The person playing the character of money doesn\u2019t have to do too much, just reflect your words back. I first did this exercise about a year ago when I signed up for a 10-week online course exploring my relationship with money.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Now, I\u2019ve been speed-reading the just-released book Money, Money, Money, co-authored by Rachel Davies and Angela Meyer, the creators of the role play exercise and of that 10-week online course. This is the duo that co-founded Hi Money, and their book walks the reader through this exercise and a range of other psychological tools that might help you get to grips with your relationship with money. The \u201cshame compass\u201d is helpfully outlined on page 72. Just in case you need it too. I\u2019ve carried a lot of shame about money throughout my life.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I also feel a bit guilty that I am speed-reading the book, rather than slowly absorbing it and doing the chapter checklists and exercises, but I\u2019m not a patient woman and time is running out!\u00a0<\/p>\n
Rachel Davies (left) and Angela Meyer (right) with their book, Money, Money, Money.<\/p>\n
This is my money story. I didn\u2019t learn anything about money growing up, I was raised by a single parent mum who worked in an old people\u2019s home. We lived in a granny flat above the old people\u2019s home. We didn\u2019t own a house. My Mum died aged 69, still renting a room. I was 45 at the time she died, and out of work, with barely a cent in my bank account. It was like I just woke up \u2013 cold water lashed across my face. As Meyer and Davies\u2019 book will tell you, more women die in poverty than men. Women have 25% less in retirement savings than men. Retirement? I never thought I\u2019d live long enough to see old age. Now I am over halfway through my life, so for me this book is personal.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Money, Money, Money says right up front that if you are on the breadline, barely able to pay rent and eat, then it is not the right time to read this book. When you are in total survival mode (and I have spent decent chunks of my life in survival mode, no judgement) it\u2019s not possible to unpick your personal money story or investigate the attitudes you might have inherited about wealth.\u00a0<\/p>\n
However, what I\u2019ve noticed about living in survival mode is that it can last long after your personal circumstances have changed. In my 40s, I was still frittering money away and living in the moment, avoiding a range of more nebulous emotional problems that I could have faced earlier.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I needed a wakeup call, and then I got one when Mum died. Are you on track to die in a rented room with hardly anything in your bank account? That was a question I had never asked myself, until Mum died and at the time the answer was yes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Fact: most people find it easier to talk about their sex lives than what\u2019s in their bank account. So, what\u2019s good about this book is that it helps you explore your own attitudes to money and any psychological blocks in your way. Money is not just a matter of dollars and sense, it\u2019s emotional.\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n
A friend remembers how in my 20s I told her, with absolute conviction, I\u2019d never own a house. That\u2019s a dangerous wish that has come true. I\u2019m from a Catholic upbringing and money lurked in the background as a villain, never at our door, but out in the neighbourhood slyly corrupting. God isn\u2019t typically depicted in flash clothes and a Ferrari, you know? Or perhaps I should update that to a Tesla? Being tight with money was also looked down on in our family.<\/p>\n
Megan Dunn, speaking to money? Or is that money in the background. (Photo: Robert Cross)<\/p>\n
What\u2019s your money story? Do you talk about it out loud? Can you say what you earn to someone else? Why is that considered rude? Davies and Meyer are both upfront about their money stories: quickly but meaningfully, and chapter by chapter, the book carefully includes other women\u2019s stories, representing a variety of cultural backgrounds and experiences. This isn\u2019t a blame game. It\u2019s about pulling up a bandage to look at the wound. You might find your money scars are nicely healed. If so, good for you.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Have you ever considered what your ideal relationship with money would look like? Or put a cash figure on your lower and upper limits? Now, that exercise blew my mind. I think for most of my 20s I probably had a lower limit of zero dollars, meaning I could and often did live with absolutely nothing in my bank. I had never even considered what my upper money limit might be. How much money would be enough for you to feel good, to feel safe, to have options? (Caveat: I started out as a video artist then went into writing, so my life is not exactly Wolf of Wall Street territory.) Now, I\u2019m thinking about my upper money limit. Is it $500,000? Is it one million dollars? And why does that phrase make me think of Doctor Evil, holding his pinkie finger next to his mouth, as though the very existence of a million dollars is ridiculous? I currently live in a city where the average house price is not far from one million dollars. Fact.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Last night I asked my partner to try out some money exercises with me. I tried out some questions from the chapter \u201cBecoming Unshakeable\u201d with him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy do you want money?\u201d I asked.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cTo buy nice things for myself,\u201d he joked.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s underneath money for you?\u201d I asked, trying another probe.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cA table,\u201d he replied.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I rolled my eyes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I had not picked the right moment.\u00a0<\/p>\n
You will get out of this book what you put into it. But if you\u2019re another woman who suspects that buried attitudes and assumptions to money have been holding you back, this is the read for you.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Money, Money, Money is divided into three sections. Section one is the \u201cThe System\u201d and contains an analysis of the patriarchy with a strong societal lens and lots of numbers and stats to crunch. Section two moves into the psychology of your relationship with money \u2013 this is the meaty stuff. The stuff that gets my shame dial spinning 360 degrees, looking for people to blame. Section three is about the practical stuff. That\u2019s where I am up to now. I\u2019m taking stock, I\u2019m giving myself a financial audit, and sorting out short-term, mid-term and long-term financial goals. I am not investing yet, but that\u2019s another option.\u00a0<\/p>\n
This isn\u2019t the first or the last book about finances, but it is impactful, concise and practical and it goes straight to the heart of the disadvantages stacked against women.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Did you know that 30% of New Zealanders have no financial goal at all \u2013 other than winning the lottery or picking up some prize money. For a long time, I\u2019ve been one of those people \u2013 I thought money was like a stork delivering a baby. It would arrive from outside myself; I\u2019d be bestowed with a gorgeous little bundle of cash. A year ago, in a local art gallery, I saw a lovely Erica van Zon embroidery of a Powerball ticket against a blue-sky background. I wanted to buy it for my partner, but you know the drill. I didn\u2019t have enough money.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I wanted to write this review because that role play, \u201cHi Money\u201d, was powerful. When I finally \u201cspoke to\u201d money, I was surprised to realise that we\u2019d never been properly introduced. My whole life, I\u2019d envisaged money as some cool dude at a party that had ghosted me before we\u2019d even met. Money was someone so hot, I could never have them. Money was also a man.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It is only in my very late 40s that I have started to talk to other people \u2013 other women \u2013 about money. I hired a young female financial advisor and paid off my student loan. My financial advisor runs her own business called Know Your Worth. She is part of a generation of millennial women who are leading the way with money and self-awareness. But Money, Money, Money is a vital tool from two Gen X women \u2013 my generation \u2013 who are helping to change the narrative around women and wealth. The book went straight to number one in the New Zealand bestseller charts last week. I\u2019m pleased for the authors, but I know what that many copies sold really means. Women in Aotearoa need to talk about money, perhaps especially in a cost of living crisis, because that\u2019s when having money (or not) really counts.<\/p>\n