IMHO, in a way, it’s the desperate, desperate, oh so desperate need of people who can’t deal with the uncertainty of Probability and Statistics and thus require everything to be a clearly defined something, no variance, no deviations.
It’s the same reason why some people simply can’t accept the Theory Of Evolution: the idea that “countless” (not literally, but figurativelly) random variances will yield incremental changes which over time add up to major change is just beyond them, so better have a single (or a handful) of fantastical all powerful beings of unexplained (and never questioned) provenance be the designers and agents of creation of all we see.
As I see it, shit like this is mainly stupid people compensating (in the Psychology sense of the word) for their own inability to comprehend the World as is and without mentally simplify it down to a handful of little labelled boxes.
Yeah I think we all have that little voice at some point that goes what it atoms aren’t real, what if things are exactly as they appear? What about germs? What about the “globe”? What about “other” ““people”” and— and then you think about it a bit and it unravels very very quickly, but it’s good to be able to throw your entire mental model into doubt sometimes.
I wonder if some people aren’t able to build a satisfying mental model for some reason. I don’t think it’s just a matter of intelligence either, but something more emotional.
i think cycles of abuse play a factor. just like who makes life the hardest for trans people are people saying shit like “DON’T YOU THINK IF I COULD JUST LIVE MY LIFE AS A MAN I WOULD” or who often is the hardest on lesbians are married women saying shit like “well when i was younger i thought maybe i was attracted to your aunt susan but then my parents sat down with me and had the talk i’m having with you. you’re just cofused. you’ll come around in time. but until you come around you’re not leaving this house”
i think some of these awful ablist people got bullied in middle school for liking pill bugs, collecting baseball cards, or reading tolkein and now “they got through it” so they think other “weird” kids should, too. meanwhile us neurodivergent people think maybe we should try seeing if the world must truly run on blood
I think that’s a big part of it. My father disowned me when I came out as a trans woman and from everything I know about him he didn’t have the easiest relationship with gender. He was bullied for being small and weak as a kid because he was a very late bloomer and never really internalized that he was a large man. Like he also fits the diagnostic criteria for narcissistic personality disorder, but I do think his relationship with the punishment for failure to sufficiently perform masculinity played a role. Hell when he tried to convince me not to transition he argued from the position that gender is entirely learned, which is absolutely not the official catholic position he thought it was, but is however consistent with what I’d expect from someone who had the background I described.
IMHO, in a way, it’s the desperate, desperate, oh so desperate need of people who can’t deal with the uncertainty of Probability and Statistics and thus require everything to be a clearly defined something, no variance, no deviations.
It’s the same reason why some people simply can’t accept the Theory Of Evolution: the idea that “countless” (not literally, but figurativelly) random variances will yield incremental changes which over time add up to major change is just beyond them, so better have a single (or a handful) of fantastical all powerful beings of unexplained (and never questioned) provenance be the designers and agents of creation of all we see.
As I see it, shit like this is mainly stupid people compensating (in the Psychology sense of the word) for their own inability to comprehend the World as is and without mentally simplify it down to a handful of little labelled boxes.
Yeah I think we all have that little voice at some point that goes what it atoms aren’t real, what if things are exactly as they appear? What about germs? What about the “globe”? What about “other” ““people”” and— and then you think about it a bit and it unravels very very quickly, but it’s good to be able to throw your entire mental model into doubt sometimes.
I wonder if some people aren’t able to build a satisfying mental model for some reason. I don’t think it’s just a matter of intelligence either, but something more emotional.
i think cycles of abuse play a factor. just like who makes life the hardest for trans people are people saying shit like “DON’T YOU THINK IF I COULD JUST LIVE MY LIFE AS A MAN I WOULD” or who often is the hardest on lesbians are married women saying shit like “well when i was younger i thought maybe i was attracted to your aunt susan but then my parents sat down with me and had the talk i’m having with you. you’re just cofused. you’ll come around in time. but until you come around you’re not leaving this house”
i think some of these awful ablist people got bullied in middle school for liking pill bugs, collecting baseball cards, or reading tolkein and now “they got through it” so they think other “weird” kids should, too. meanwhile us neurodivergent people think maybe we should try seeing if the world must truly run on blood
I think that’s a big part of it. My father disowned me when I came out as a trans woman and from everything I know about him he didn’t have the easiest relationship with gender. He was bullied for being small and weak as a kid because he was a very late bloomer and never really internalized that he was a large man. Like he also fits the diagnostic criteria for narcissistic personality disorder, but I do think his relationship with the punishment for failure to sufficiently perform masculinity played a role. Hell when he tried to convince me not to transition he argued from the position that gender is entirely learned, which is absolutely not the official catholic position he thought it was, but is however consistent with what I’d expect from someone who had the background I described.
Hmm kind of sour grapes mixed with “I turned out fine” and then universalising that to a global proscription