This year’s prize in economic sciences uses microfoundations to deliver macro insights.
Traditional Keynesian models built upon statistical and historical relationships between macroeconomic variables. The New Keynesian models are based on microfoundations, decisions that are made by individuals and businesses.
The 2026 Sveriges Riksbank Prize in Economic Sciences in Memory of Alfred Nobel has been awarded to Robert E. Hall and Michael Woodford “for microeconomic foundations of macroeconomic stabilisation.”
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When God created us, he didn’t mean for us to start doing accounting, investment banking, adjusting EBITDA, GAAP and IFRS etc. But through our sins, these woes have befallen us.
We have spent years being told it is “just a period problem” while our skin, our weight, our mood, and our energy were all falling apart. Today, the medical world finally admitted you were right.
PCOS is now PMOS.
My friend @Lupita_Nyongo has started #MakeFibroidsCount to raise critical funds for fibroid research. Fibroids affect up to 8 out of 10 women by age 50! And like so many women’s health issues, this disease is under-funded, under-researched and under-diagnosed. Donate today to support research and learn more at https://t.co/scY3IL50JC.
Fibroids are literally a personal hell for Black women...self included. I'm glad Lupita is raising awareness. I'd be happier if more research funds went into understanding the reasons why Black women experience fibroids much earlier and w/ greater complications than other groups
I remember the time I went to the ER 3 months postpartum because I couldn’t stop vomiting and my chest felt tight. I kept telling them: this isn’t anxiety. Something is wrong.
The nurse glanced at my chart and said, “A lot of new moms feel overwhelmed.”
A resident came in, barely looked at me, and said, “It’s probably a panic attack. Try to relax.”
They left me in a hallway bed. No monitor. No urgency. Just that look that says you’re being dramatic.
I whispered, “I think I’m going to pass out.”
He laughed and said, “You’re safe here. You’re not dying.”
Ten minutes later I stood up and collapsed.
Suddenly there were doctors everywhere. Suddenly they checked my oxygen. Suddenly they rushed me to imaging.
CT scan: pulmonary embolism. Blood clots in my lungs.
The same doctor who told me to “relax” came back acting shocked.
He said, “Good thing you came in.”
I looked at him and thought: I didn’t just come in. I begged to be taken seriously.
Why am I telling you this?
Because if I didn’t collapse in front of them, I genuinely think I would’ve been sent home with “anxiety” and a pamphlet about breathing exercises