Followup to: Affective Death Spirals, My Wild and Reckless Youth
My parents always used to downplay the value of intelligence. And play up the value of – effort, as recommended by the latest research? No, not effort. Experience. A nicely unattainable hammer with which to smack down a bright young child, to be sure. That was what my parents told me when I questioned the Jewish religion, for example. I tried laying out an argument, and I was told something along the lines of: "Logic has limits, you’ll understand when you’re older that experience is the important thing, and then you’ll see the truth of Judaism." I didn’t try again. I made one attempt to question Judaism in school, got slapped down, didn’t try again. I’ve never been a slow learner.
Whenever my parents were doing something ill-advised, it was always, "We know better because we have more experience. You’ll understand when you’re older: maturity and wisdom is more important than intelligence."
If this was an attempt to focus the young Eliezer on intelligence uber alles, it was the most wildly successful example of reverse psychology I’ve ever heard of.
But my parents aren’t that cunning, and the results weren’t exactly positive.
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