In the past, I’ve commented on my belief that people’s tendency to group together in social units and eagerly defend their compatriots while damning their foes probably goes back to our tens of thousands of years evolving in tribal groups. In this blog post about political division, I wrote…
The general view from the left seems to be that you can’t just disagree with conservatives, you must hate them with every fiber of your being, and the inverse is true from the right. People go to great lengths to segregate themselves from people who don’t think like they do.
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[This] might make some sense from an evolutionary perspective. When we existed in small tribes, the rest of the world really was out to destroy you, so it was pretty easy to assign the worst motivations to the “them” in “us and them.”
The biologist E.O. Wilson has a new book out exploring this very concept. This article of his summarizes parts of it. One interesting point: once people have joined their group (whether it be fans of certain sports team, people with like-minded politics or people with the same skin color) they’re willing to believe the worst about others.
Experiments conducted over many years by social psychologists have revealed how swiftly and decisively people divide into groups and then discriminate in favor of the one to which they belong. Even when the experimenters created the groups arbitrarily (italics mine), prejudice quickly established itself. Whether groups played for pennies or were divided by their preference for some abstract painter over another, the participants always ranked the out-group below the in-group. They judged their “opponents” to be less likable, less fair, less trustworthy, less competent. The prejudices asserted themselves even when the subjects were told the in-groups and out-groups had been chosen arbitrarily.
I think we’ve all felt this, especially as teenagers. You get arbitrarily assigned to some group (maybe “people whose last name starts with the same first letter is yours”) and you feel a certain bonding for your fellow members and a certain derision for members of all their groups. (“Those people whose last name begins with ‘P’… they’re scum.”) Soon you’re casting taunts at these “others,” then throwing rocks at them. Then you are raiding their villages, killing their men, raping their women, and heartlessly slaying their children before them.
Come on, admit it, we’ve all done it.
That’s true, man. Just this afternoon all the people in the McDonalds over on Pearson Avenue ran across the street to the Wendy’s, beat everybody to death, and burned the place down. Look it up on the News sites, it’ll be one of the top stories. Shots have been exchanged between the Arbys and KFC but so far no one has gotten killed. I’m avoiding Pearson for the rest of the weekend, unless I get an urge for Popeye’s Fried Chicken.
after reading 1st 2 sentences,I was no longer interested.
But, what do you think of new Van Halen album?
I don’t hate it, but not very impressed either. I think there’s just so many albums you can do in 1 style.
Oh, yeah? And what are you? One o’ them Rush people? A goddam ZZ Top person? We’ll kill you! WE’LL KILL YOU ALL!!!
Haven’t actually heard the whole album. I liked Tattoo – heard a couple other things that were ok, but yeah, it could use some diversity. I mainly just like watching Dave doing his thing… he’s a card.
You know who’s fucking cool – That Rob Riggle guy who plays the Coach in “Twenty One Jump Street”. He’s in the Marine Corps Reserve, has fought in Iraq and Afghanistan, and is funny as a motherfucker. He’s another one of those Upright Citizens Brigade people but he’s also a fucking MARINE. He’s going to play “The Tall Guy” in the Movie Script I’m working on. Yesterday I wrote the scene where they break into The Rock And Roll Hall Of Fame to steal Ace Frehley’s Favorite Guitar from the KISS exhibit.
Rob Riggle – he’s fighting the terrorists… with laughter!
nah. truth is i liked it a lot more than i thought i would.and no, never was a Rush nut.
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