“By my count, there are at least ﬁve attempted rapes in Sucker Punch. When its female characters aren’t fending off rapists, theyʼre being lobotomized, stabbed, imprisoned, sold, shot in the head, forced to strip, or blown up on trains in outer space.”—
Sady Doyle writes about the decline of strong action women heroines in The Atlantic.
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“Just to get past the whole stigma of the whole thing, I’m very Christian. I go to church every Sunday and I pray. God is the only person that judges so anybody who wants to judge me, feel free to but I’m good with God, so that’s what’s important to me and I really don’t care what people think.”
I was reading by the age of 2 and was devouring my teenage (17 and 19 year-old) siblings’ books by the time I was 5. I got into Mensa at age 13 with a score of 172… and ended up doing badly at college because I felt under-pressure, incapable, and eventually depressed - all by the age of 17.
Not that this happens to every ‘clever’ kid. As long as this girl doesn’t base her future self-esteem on her intellect alone (there are people in this world who just love to undermine you - I see you, ex-boyfriends), and doesn’t put herself under pressure to be a Clever Person all the time, she’ll be fine.
Telling a romantic prospect that you were/are in Mensa apparently sets off an ‘undermine me and destroy the foundations of my self-confidence, please’ response, probably because it’s intimidating to deal with someone confident enough to say ‘I’m smart and I have paperwork to prove it’. It’s a part of my history and has made me who I am, but it isn’t WHAT I am in itself.
Being highly intelligent means acknowledging that you can’t know or understand everything: algebra escapes me. The Periodic Table is somewhere I eat occasionally. My cat could beat me at Scrabble. I don’t know that much about the Middle East. You know what? I’m OK with this.
Having a high IQ doesn’t make you a superior being; your processor chip is just that bit faster than most people’s, but you don’t have the edge on insight or perspective. It doesn’t make you a harder worker; sometimes, the opposite. If you don’t need to work at something, why bother?
I’ve met people who could make Stephen Fry (pbuh) feel like an uneducated savage, and let me tell you: they are the worst human beings I’ve encountered. Knowledge is nothing if it doesn’t make your life better, or if you don’t use it to delight and enlighten the people around you, instead of making them feel like amoeba.
Anyway. I hope she does well in life. And not just academically.