The Children of Dunning and Krueger

Who are these confident incompetents?

That is the question I took away from today’s Psych 1100 class today. We covered the Dunning Kruger Effect, amongst many, many other things, and that got me thinking about it not as an effect but as a population.

It seems to me like one interpretation of Dunning Kruger is that there exists a population of gleefully ignorant overconfident idiots in the world. If so, then at the risk of sounding a little fascist, these people need to be identified and addressed.

And not just because I think they suck dirty dog dong, but because they are capable of doing a lot of damage.

So who are these people?

Now it is possible that they are not a stable or even definable population. It could be that we are all the children of Sunning and Kruger sometimes, and thus what seems like a group of hardcore idiots is actually just the aggregate effect of individuals encountering their particular nadir.

But I don’t think so. The ability of the vast majority of people, whether they are D- or A+ students, to estimate their own abilities accurately surely points to the idiots being the outliers. Multiple studies have shown that at least 75 percent of people get it right. If it were evenly distributed throughout the population, that would mean everyone gets this sort of thing wrong a quarter of the time, and I doubt society could function were we all so foolish.

So I believe that these people must represent a population of low-information high-confidence individuals with a particular coping strategy for life, which is to have a very high opinion of themselves which they maintain by taking in as little information as possible so as to reduce the odds of something contradicting said high opinion to a minimum.

This means that, for these people, the information they ignore the most thoroughly and aggressively is evidence of their own incompetence, or indeed, any notion that anything they do has ever been wrong.

Essentially, these people substitute confidence for competence. And presumably, this actually works for them.

I can see how it might. Studies show that confidence leads to a lot of good outcomes (and incomes). There are fields, like management and sales, where overwhelming self-confidence can actually make you better at your job. Confident leaders inspire confidence in those led. Confident salespeople come across as sincere and caring.

Of course, they have also be minimally competent. All the confidence in the world won’t save a salesperson who sold a car to someone for a nickel. But from the point of view of the truly competent, these people must seem like a massive offense against all that is good and holy in the world.

Meritocracy alone demands that people who are incompetent do not get to have enormous confidence. Then again, if the salesman gets the job done, is he truly incompetent?

There’s a lot of different ways to contribute to society. Some are a lot less obvious than others.

Still, one has to assume that making your way through life taking in so little information must require a fairly extensive support network. The low information person must, without ever acknowledging it, rely on many other people to deal with reality and chop it into low-info-digestible chunks for them, or they would simply be unable to operate at all.

Now these people are not necessarily demonic. And they are not necessarily sociopaths either. They could just as easily be the really nice person who everyone loves and who overflows with concern and really, really wants to help out.

In fact, arguably, without a central competence of considerable magnitude to compensate, the likeability strategy seems to be the only one that could possibly yield any measure of success. The lovable but incompetent might inspire people to help them cope. The unlikable and incompetent will not have an easy time of life.

Note that this likability need not be broadly based, however. Climbing the ladder of success only requires the ability to make the people on the next rung like (or need) you.

Hence the really unpleasant spoiled obnoxious sadistic asshole who gets promoted instead of you. It is neither fair nor right, but if you are good at sucking up, very often you don’t need to be good at anything else.

A low information lifestyle also requires living someplace where everything is fairly safe and predictable. People in hostile and unstable environments who take in very little information are rather quickly removed from the gene pool. Survival in the “sate ot nature” requires focusing on every single detail of your environment because you never know what will be the datum that turns out to be super, super relevant when the heavy feces is coming down.

It may or may not surprise you, depending on how well you know me, to hear me confess to being one of these low information people. Strictly on the level of information from my environment, though. Other kinds of info, like the kind of things you get tested on in school, make it through loud and clear and in very high definition.

But I am notoriously disconnected from my surroundings. And it can definitely be said that I would be in a poor state indeed if I did not have people like my wonderful spectacular marvellous roomie Joe to be competent for me.

I remember living alone. It was bad. And not very pretty.

And I have been this way about environmental information. I have been a head in the clouds (or more likely, head in a book) person for as long as I can remember. Even when I was a happy little preschooler, I had a relationship with reality that was a lot more about what was going on in my head than what was happening in my world.

Some of us are just born to be the information processors and synthesizers (beep boop) of the world, I guess.

Luckily, being highly intelligent and possessing a certain sort of temperament that doesn’t tolerate a lot of self-delusion, I know what I am good at and what I am not.

And honestly, that gives me a huge advantage over the Dunning Kruger kids.

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.

Thursday Video Roundup

Should have done this last Sunday, but I forgot. And it’s 9:37 pm at night, I still have to do a video after this, and so now is the time to go for the somewhat easy option.

I will probably put other stuff in with the videos too, though. Diary stuff.

Like, for instance, I figured out my Thursday bus problem. The problem is that past a certain hour, the 405 Cambie stops running and the 405 Brighouse Station shapeshifts into its new form and takes its place. And it has a way different route, one that actually ends at… you guessed it, Brighouse Station.

So I will have to resign myself to either finding a different bus which takes me closer to home, walking the two (gasp!) blocks, or just walking the six or seven blocks from Kwantlen to home and skipping mass transit altogether.

Both times I have come home after my Thursday Creative Writing class so far, it’s been on a quite lovely evening, and so I have not minded the extra two blocks much. But later, when it is the rainy season (the locals call it “winter”…. I disagree), two two blocks will be a lot less pleasant.

So I will see if other route does the job. At least until I am in good enough shape to do the six block version.

And now, a video :

I finally wrote it down. That stuff about the problem being dynamic input has been rattling around in my head for at least a decade, and sitting as a note on my Google Keep account since… whenever I got one.

Oh that reminds me : I wrote this in class tonight!

Unclean. Thing were going great until she figured it out. I was Smooth Prince Charming, she was my Blossoming Princess. Everything was heading for the boudoir when she noticed my lack of ear tattoo. “You’re not…a NATURAL, are you?”. I played it smooth. “We prefer the term ‘genetically unaltered…’”. But it was too late. One horrified look, then she was scrambling at the door. I sighed and opened it for her. I hate my parents.

It was for a website called Paragraph Planet and that website does this thing where people submit works of exactly seventy-five words, no more no less, and they publish one a day on the site.

So all us eager beaver students had to write one. I had no problem with the wordcount restriction. I write to wordcount all the time. Taking out a word here and there is no big deal to me.

Hey look, another video!

Ah, my “fuck my previous life slash pump me up” speech. That already seems like so long ago, even though it was only what… ten days ago. Already I feel older… wiser… more mature.

And so far, as far as I know, nobody knows my terrible secret : that I am not, in fact, the brilliantly knowledgeable and surprisingly mature college agent student I am pretending to be. I am, in fact, a CREEPY 42 YEAR OLD MAN!

Mua ha ha ha… ha… haha….. um…. yeah.

Then there was day 1 :

As always happens, all the nervousness I had before going to school seems silly now. I am confident in my ability to get to class and I know my way around Kwantlen Richmond now. It’s a lot simpler than it looked on that first day.

Oh, and it turns out the Tim’s isn’t nearly the temptation I thought it would be. Why? Because nine times out of ten, when I go past it, the lineup is huge and so getting something would involve a lot of standing in line.

And fat people do not like standing up for a long time. It makes out feet swell up and makes our ankles and knees hurt. For me, that makes the temptation easy to ignore.

I’m sort of “off” Timbits these days anyhow.

Another vid, the one wherein I enthuse about the marvelously simple nature of euphony :

And… malphony? as well.

Had therapy today, but it wasn’t much of a session, because I thought the appointment was at 11:15 am, which is what my therapist told me, but what he wrote down was 10:45 am.

So I only got half a session. He’ll make it up to me.

Guess what? Music, that’s what!

I am rethinking my policy of making all my music videos slideshows. I’m starting to feel like they make it too hard to concentrate on the music. So I am working at crossed purposes there.

I like making the slideshows, even though I am not terribly good at it. I like that it makes use of all the image files I collected back when that was a thing I did a lot.

But I am thinking that maybe “brand new music” and “amusing slideshow” should be kept separate in the future.

And now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for….

..my opinion on another Lay’s flavour! Sorry to have kept you in suspense for so long.

It really is uncanny how much they taste like meat. I bought a bag of Butter Chicken flavour today. So the stage is set for this long and glorious cycle to be completed. Maybe even tonight!

Did you know that The Vampires Suck The Other Guys?

Had to merge two collections in order to have enough slides for that one. Still not happy with that second text screen. Nothing is properly balanced and none of it looks quite right.

And I downloaded a Marquee font in order to do it and everything!

Then there’s… this topic.

Note how carefully I word things. I know that this topic treads very close to the third rail that is pedophilia, and far be it for me to invoke the vengeful wrath of the pure and the righteous by suggesting that there’s a little pedophilia in all of us, or that pedophiles might, on occasion, be actual flesh and blood human beings with lives and emotions just like us real people.

But it’s that proximity to the most severe taboo currently in operation that makes the issue confusing for me. Society makes it very clear that it hate hate HATES pedophilia, but doesn’t bat an eye when lovers call each other “baby” or shout out “who’s your daddy” during sex.

I just don’t get it.

And now, political theory :

I am serious about polls. No polls a month before. People who do and publish polls will be arrested and put in jail. You can scream about free speech all you want, I consider having democracy represent what the people really want to be more important.

Of course, that’s assuming we keep representative democracy at all.

I think I got the basic idea across. Under this interpretation of time travel, there is really no difference between a time traveler and the people native to the time. Both have around the same amount of power to change the future. The time traveler might think they can use their knowledge to get around that, but like I said, if they were going to succeed in killing Hitler, they would have, and then have had no reason to go back in time and murder some random German arts student in the first place.

And finally, a little more music.

I arranged the images in an order that sort of tells a story, although the middle is sort of vague. Sorry the HAL quotes are so loud. I tried to volume balance them but… didn’t make it.

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.