Saturday, 23 November 2013

They really ain’t even half-clever bastards

I’ve always nursed a desire to go on Mastermind.  Now that I’ve lived long enough to know the answers to slightly more than an embarrassingly miniscule total of general knowledge questions, it occurs to me that I might avoid coming last; if, that is, I can exercise the self-control required not to flap about when an answer is on the tip of my tongue and then to mutter FUCK’S SAKE when I’m told what it is, like everybody naturally would, because clearly you’re prepped by the Mastermind wardens not to do that as it makes for rather awkwardly shit telly.

The erroneous assumption that a demonstration of knowledge implies intelligence is one of our society’s sad maladies.   People who win Mastermind are NOT actually clever.  I’d be fucked off if I spent months researching from a wide range of sources in an effort to learn everything about a chosen subject as deeply infused with facts as The Life and Works of Bob Dylan, only to be beaten by some idle cunt who manages a score of 20 with no passes on Fawlty Towers, simply because he’s watched the same 6 hours of television again and again.  Or The Harry Potter Novels.  Oh well done, you’ve read 7 seven books and remembered them.  You lazy fucker.  Oh, and you work as a librarian?  One of those busy jobs that means you have fuck-all to do now that they have automatic machines in libraries?  No wonder you know everything about Emily Bronte (short life, one novel, you fucking cheat!)

An equally flawed belief held by many is that a high IQ score makes you a genius.  If you’ve ever sat an IQ test (one set by MENSA as opposed to one of those 10-question internet jobbies that you do and then have to sign up to something they’re selling to get your result), then you’ll realise that having a high IQ doesn’t mean you’re intelligent, and certainly far from being a fucking genius, but quite simply good at doing a certain kind of test.  And if you are good at doing that kind of test, you are invited to join MENSA, a club full of people who BELIEVE that they are the cleverest in the land and desire the opportunity to boast about being in MENSA and joining MENSA’s dating agency so that they can meet other people that are good at tests to have sex with and generally talk to about doing tests and quizzes and being ever so fucking clever.  The pure fact that someone would choose to join MENSA is the surest indicator of non-intelligence and therefore all members should be consequently excluded from MENSA for not being clever enough to have joined in the first place.

What I have NEVER nursed a desire to go on is University Challenge.  As a teenager, considering a university career, the impossibility of answering anything on that show caused me great anxiety and destroyed my confidence.  As a middle-aged adult, the impossibility of answering more than a few questions on that show causes me great confusion as to how anyone aged 18-21 knows that much about science, maths and culture.  What did their parents do to them?  Lock them in a cellar with the Encyclopaedia Britannica and electrodes tied to their toes, with no access to any television channel except BBC2 and a regime of 18-hour a day home-tutoring that forms an educational equivalent of Victorian child labour in its brutality and intensity?  Freaks.

At the other end of the spectrum is that now ubiquitous dumbing down of quiz questions linked to prime-time TV shows trying to make money by getting viewers to text in their answers to patronisingly brainless challenges like, “Which country do English people come from?  (a)  England, (b)  Brazil, (c) Tesco, (d) I’m a moron.”  Why not just ask people to text in, charge them a quid and say that someone will be randomly selected to win the prize?  Do they really believe that there are people out there who’d answer (a) and then consider their chance of success greatly enhanced, because not everyone would have known that?


I wanted to finish this blog post with a rant about the BBC quiz, EGG HEADS, but I have probably exhausted your patience by now and besides a loud beeping sound tells me that my 2 minutes are up; but I’ve started so I’ll finish:  Eggheads - What utter cunts.

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