(And a hat tip to 'Smasher for sending me the link)
Awesome. She appears to be an Objectivist. Didn't Ayn Rand marry a total loser who no other woman wanted?
Funny, just looking at the picture and the first few sentences, I thought "whoever gave that woman a copy of 'The Fountainhead' when a child did not do her any favors."
1. Not that hot.
2. "my interests [...] libertarianism" Bzzzzzzzt!
Next.
I like "must be financially independent or self-employed". So if I start trying to pitch my services as a freelance copyeditor, I'm in?
Also, tip number two for low-quality guys is, uh, interesting.
Someone in the comments found her twin.
5b: I decided the whole thing was a joke at tip #2.
Men of the Mineshaft, we're so far not acquitting ourselves well in this thread. This is our opportunity to declare unequivocally that women shouldn't define themselves in relation to the male gaze—it turns them into uninteresting people whom we then don't want to date!
Anyway she doesn't know the difference between "who" and "whom", so I don't see whom she's trying to fool with her "I'm quality" spiel.
Becks, we all know you're out of our league. Stop taunting us.
An advertisement for Objectivism: self-objectification. I thought "must be mostly tongue-in-cheek," now I'm not so sure, but there must be some, don't you think?
She looks like the kind of woman who would run for Social Committee at Olivet Nazarene University, or be in the "Praise Band" in one of those cool "contemporary" services.
She's out of the league of everyone who comments here. After all, she's royalty.
A woman like this should probably be seen as one of the unintended consequences of feminism.
I thought her second suggestion was a good reminder. It's amazing that virtually anyone who's struggling in America could move to a town in the developing world and instantly have wealth and power w.r.t. everyone around him, and yet nobody does. Where's our conquering, settler spirit?
Also, she makes no mention of her waist-to-hip ratio. Excuse me, do I really care about YOUR sex drive? I want to know if MY kids will be happy in your womb. End of story.
It does read awfully like a complicated wind-up. It's pretty hard to believe it can be for real.
Re: 17, it's the libertarianism, I think, that makes it credible.
Anyone who remembers their IQ/SAT/GRE/LSAT/GMAT/MCAT and is willing to share it more than a few weeks after admission to the program of their terminal degree is no better than this woman, who, like a certain Ephesian, is of more account than the rest.
She seems to be claiming it was at least partly tongue-in-cheek; but then she would, wouldn't she?
It's also the links to previous entries that are consistent with the presently under discussion entry that makes it credible.
UNLESS it's all a hoax, a delicious hoax!
I'm relatively young (whereas 82% of American adult women are over 30 years old)
To evidence of non-quality, add 'use of statistics in an utterly meaningless way'.
Haven't looked at anything else on her blog, but it sounds real to me.
Holy goats, Chun! But why is the URL unfogged's?
If it really is Chun, is this his first recent appearance? And if so, what does that mean? At a minimum, I'd think it would be taken as an omen of the great destiny that awaits the Unfogged blog.
On selecting between two respondents too an ad for a travel companion-slash-lover: "This whole experience has made me wish I were a Cylon." A dream is a wish your heart makes, ain't it?
It was....the prophecy. Starring Christopher Walken.
I always knew that Chun, like Elijah, would return in the last days.
I read the woman's biography, and apparently her "self-employment" consists primarily of gambling. Plus she lives in Costa Rica "most of the year," so she knows all about those pathetic desperate third-world types.
The IP does not match any other comment in the database, which leads to me to believe the unavoidable.
I didn't think she was being facetious in her post, but I really can't believe this comment, from one Wayne VanWeerthuizen, at 7:37:
"Lower your standards and stop pursuing women who are out of your league.
I said something to that extent in your chatroom about a year ago - but several of our friends there argued me out of it, and gave me more courage to try reaching higher.
Also, regarding some of the personal stuff you've told me privately since we met over a year ago - that was not helpful if you wanted to avoid having me fall for you. But anyway, I am getting over it. "
Chun?!
Still, I thought t everyone remembers their SAT scores.
As for Passey--whatever. I feel a little bad that we're all making fun of her. It seems somewhat likely that she'll end up in a relationship structured by that list or a similar one. Such relationships are likely to be really sub-optimal, and that alone seems like too much punishment for being a little silly in her twenties.
I could never feel bad about mocking someone who says, "I'm attractive (my new picture has been rated more attractive than 86% of the women on Hot or Not)".
33 is sadly only too likely. But I thought we were all supposed to be trying to date Becks.
Becks, we could take a bus to the drive thru KFC at the end of our street and eat them sitting on the road salt bin on the corner if it isn't raining too hard. I'll pay if you can lend me a ten spot till the end of the month, but you'll have to get the coffee. Deal?
Wasn't there another libertarian who crowed in the blogosphere about his standardized test scores and came off sounding way silly? I am thinking it was A/biola Lap/ite. I am glad to see C the U around here.
re: 36
Wasn't there a whole thread of similar crowing, a while back?
Don't forget her personal blog, which has the same long list of poker links on the sidebar, but is not pink and has "gambling" in the URL.
I still remember my SAT score: 1700. It took extra long to get the results because I was so smart I broke the grading software.
Also, when I went to take the GRE, the computer took one look at me and said, "Don't bother -- you obviously get perfect scores."
Obviously, these facts have been a huge consolation to me when I've been depressed or lonely.
I got a 15 out of 16 on the Art or Crap? test.
I don't remember my fucking SAT scores. That was a jillion years ago, and they no longer matter.
Why are libertarians always such vain, arrogant twerps?
I believe it's Chun. Chun's been getting some happy lately, I hear, and maybe it's revived him.
Oh wait, she's not a real person. Oh well. Real libertarians are exactly like that. Yes they are. I will brook no correction.
I also wish to note that obviously all of you in this thread saying you wouldn't date her are just defensively compensating for not being quality men.
She looks like a bit of a plate-cleaner.
Oh wait, she's not a real person.
Well, no. She's a libertarian.
(Not that there's anything wrong with that.)
re: 43
I will brook no dissing of my quality.
#3 on the art or crap test cheats, because how can you tell from the photo if it's a Warhol (art!) or just an ordinary Brillo box (presumably crap, though it was actually designed by an artist who had to pay the bills).
It would be truly awesome if one of us was approved to go on a date with her and it turned out that she had no legs.
Poll: who remembers their SAT?GRE/LSAT/MCAT scores? I can't believe all these academically-minded people have -- it's like forgetting your draft number.
I remember my LSAT and SAT scores, but not my GRE scores, except for the writing portion.
It would be truly awesome if one of us was approved to go on a date with her and it turned out that she had no legs.
It would be super awesome if she had glass legs filled with beer.
re: 51
Well, I didn't sit an SAT. But I do remember my Scottish Higher marks -- which were just in letter form A, B, C, etc. There were only five of them so it's not the hardest thing to remember.
On the other hand, with a couple of exceptions, I don't remember the specific marks I received for any of my undergraduate work.
9/16. Couldn't you make the same objection about the soup can, and several others, Wolfson? Isn't that actually the point?
51: I remember-ish. I'd be in the right realm, but I couldn't swear I hadn't pushed the numbers up or down a few points, because, for example, I could be confusing my actual scores with practice scores.
I remember my SAT scores and the last time I took it was in the 10th grade.
I once posted a "paypal donate" link for a day or so, and young Kotsko, recently seen soliciting donations to pay revenuers, offered a penny. I only mention in case Mme de Passey is reading.
Ok, I exaggerated just for the joy of disagreeing with Baa. My SAT was 12-something. 1240 I think. I honestly have no clue about my GRE, though.
Also, didn't we discuss at one time likely inverse relationship between creating a list like this and finding happiness? It's like Michael Oakeshott in one lesson.
it's like forgetting your draft number
I tell you now, I do not remember my SAT, GRE, or GMAT scores. I could probably guess to within 50 points, but I wouldn't care to bet on it.
I'm embarrassed to say I think I do remember, accurately, my GPA.
Not only do I remember my SAT scores (but much less precisely my more recent GRE scores), my recent filing-cabinet-clearing-out turned up my original ETS score sheets.
(BTW, another shameful thing my google history revealed were my attempts to research grounds for antitrust action against ETS.)
>I exaggerated just for the joy of disagreeing with Baa
Ha! I thought so! Also, I thought you might have been making an anti-SAT statement (as in: SAT score deserve to be forgotten, thus I have forgotten them)
I only got 13/16, because I thought the Marie Osmond Christmas ornament was a Jeff Koons, and I missed on the vegetables and dip and the pompeian. What a low-quality woman I am!
Also, I've done an IQ test a couple of times and the massive variation in results means that the various high and low-end scores stick in my head. Mostly because of the absurd variability.
9/16. Couldn't you make the same objection about the soup can, and several others, Wolfson? Isn't that actually the point?
Well, not really, no. The urinal looks different from Fountain, the soup can is the wrong kind of soup, etc. But Brillo Box looked just like a Brillo box, so how could you tell?
12/16 on the "Art or Crap" quiz, though. For God's sake, Jeff Koons doesn't count as crap?
SAT scores yes, from 20 years ago; GRE scores no, from 3 years ago. But I wouldn't cite either of them in a list of the qualities that make me attractive dating material, which list is mostly limited to my rapier wit and my humungous schlong, and my tantalizing aroma.
God, I'm so glad I grew up in Canada where not only do we not have SATs, but applying to university meant writing the names of three schools on some form and then giving it to your guidance counselor to send off.
15 out of 16 on the test, and I think the Warhol Brillo box looks different from the actual Brillo box, doesn't it?
The only one I got wrong was that damn Michael Jackson one, and on second thought, I don't know what the hell I was thinking.
And I am sure that I will remember my SAT and LSAT score for probably as long as I like.
Most of my interests tend to be more popular with men than women: science fiction, libertarianism, blogging, politics, economics, guns, gambling, etc.
Either she means "more popular with men than with women", or she's hanging out AT(Objectivist)M.
I remember both my SATs and GREs, but they've changed the tests so much now that comparisons are impossible. My GREs were verbal 800, logic 720, quantitative 680. Now the logic section doesn't exist anymore! It was so good for me, because it isolated a skill I have, reasoning, from a skill I don't have, pure calculation.
I found out at the AAPT conference that the logic section was pushed on ETS by the philosopher Michael Scriven, and basically existed for exactly as long as Scriven had influence at ETS.
I think the Warhol Brillo box looks different from the actual Brillo box, doesn't it?
I think it does; it's made of wood and has perfect right angles, and it's not really a box. It can't be opened.
Couldn't you make the same objection about the soup can, and several others, Wolfson? Isn't that actually the point?
It's certainly one kind of point. The "Mozart or Whale Sounds" test would not be plausible.
I think the combined grievance of me, Jackmormon, and silvana is enough for a class action suit against "Art or Crap?".
Also, I can't date you, Becks, I don't keep conditioner in the shower.
I can not find any pictures of Brillo Boxes that are not Warhol's Brillo Box. This leads me to have a little more respect for Andy Warhol than, say, yesterday.
56: But was I not your top donor in that particular campaign?
In no particular order:
1. Tim, stop oppressing ogged.
2. OMG Chun!
an omen of the great destiny that awaits the Unfogged blog.
3. Close, but no cigar.
Aw, c'mon. Don't rough up Google just because you hate Koons.
Close, but no cigar.
What in blue blazes is that?
The ETS has also cancelled the analogies section from the verbal tests. They came up with some rationale for the public, but my friends who worked inside the company said that they'd run out of new analogies, and since the list was finite, some freakish people were memorizing them, and of course the SAT measures native intelligence and not test preparation, so they cancelled that part.
a little more respect for Andy Warhol than, say, yesterday.
What'd yesterday ever do to you?
Like 66 and several others, I remember the SAT but not the GRE. But I could probably tell you my grade from every undergraduate course. What I should have learned from them, not so much.
72: I had never heard that about the GRE logic section: interesting.
61: Yeah, I try to avoid all these numeric things. I've never taken an IQ test, either. I do remember, however, that I always scored *higher* on math and logic than on verbal, which is either funny or sad, depending on how you look at it.
71: I'm glad I didn't.
79: That is not what I'm looking for, though.
66: "humungous" s/b "yogurt-dipped"
Now the logic section doesn't exist anymore!
This is profoundly annoying. Like a number of other people in my field, I used to regard it as the least-bad standardized test indicator of performance in graduate school.
I remember SAT and PSAT! (But only because they were the exact same split.) GRE, not so much. Anyway, SAT scores for people >28 are irrelevant because they recentered (read: artificially boosted) them ~10 years ago, so you can't compare your scores to younger people.
I got an 800 on the logic section of the GRE. Sadly it was the last year it was offered, or close to it, so that hasn't been as helpful in getting nubile graduate students into the sack as I had initially hoped.
Can't you offer them a deductive proof that they should sleep with you?
he urinal looks different from Fountain, the soup can is the wrong kind of soup, etc. But Brillo Box looked just like a Brillo box, so how could you tell?
Wolfson, you jackass. From the quiz: "For the purposes of this quiz, "art" is something that has been exhibited as such by an artist." Nothing about the fame, importance, or originality of the art or the artist.
SCMT, if Warhol's manufactured Brillo Box looks exactly like the actual Brillo Box from which he copied, there is no way to tell whether it's art of crap. Warhol didn't just take a Brillo Box and put it on display, he screenprinted the design onto wooden boxes (that were more like cubes, rather than boxes).
Tim, you turd muffin, my point had nothing to do with fame or originality (which I am known to despise), merely about the difficulty of discriminating between what Arthur Danto calls "indiscernible counterparts".
89: It would be funny to come up with one of those logic puzzles where you make a grid of possible combinations, except based on preferred sexual acts -- you know, the ones where they give you like five very specific facts, then ask you to use them to deduce a seemingly unrelated fact? Really, really funny.
That is, "my point had nothing to do with ... but rather with the difficulty ...".
95: What, like:
1) Ogged has a small penis
2) Wolfson did not sleep with anyone
3) Labs does not like men with small penises
etc.
95: LSAT slash! Who would have thought that at this twilight stage in the Internet's history there were still new fetishes to be discovered?
Speaking of SATs and so on, here's an interesting story about the culture of admission from today's IHE:
which I am known to despise
Which you are known to claim to despise. Precisely how well that claim reflects your internal state is, as with your claim to have rejected the notion of "authenticity," a matter of some debate. (I don't think I knew you rejected either fame or originality.)
97: Yes, that type of format.
Here's an attempt:
"If you know the following:
Tia has slept with all but one commenter.
Ben Wolfson will only sleep with women who give good blowjobs.
Ogged's penis is small.
Then: Would Fontana Labs be open to experimenting with anal sex?"
Tim: I meant "which I am known to despise" to bind only to originality, and not to fame, "or" having a higher precedence. I am fond of quoting the bit from The Recognitions in which Wyatt claims that as recently as a few hundred years ago no one wanted to be original; to be original was to admit that, since you couldn't do a thing the right way, you could only do it your own way.
Trick question--Labs doesn't have any experimenting left to do--he has tried it all.
Also, I remember my ACT, SAT, PSAT, GMAT, and Stanford-Binet IQ test scores. I also remember my aggregate percentages for the Iowa test.
On occasion I have been know to create conversational situations where someone will ask me what my score on a given test was. I am not proud of what this says about me.
How'd you do on the SAT, Chopper?
Oh yeah, the Iowa tests. I remember my scores for those, too. And that was in like the third grade. I think this belies a problem.
That's a typo, by the way, not an ironic commentary on my own IQ...
OT: I would like to recommend the film Little Miss Sunshine.
I think this is not an appropriate use of the word "belies".
You beat me too it, SB!
I am a very high-quality commenter.
Dude, the ACT? Were you applying to BYU or something?
106: 1460.
Cue Lisa: Grade me, grade me! Oh I'm ever so smart!
111: Is that a common misuse, or am I just a dumbass?
114: Eh, my safety school (South Dakota State University) required it.
Since I honestly have no idea what you meant, I couldn't say.
113: I didn't expect you to agree so emphatically.
Is the despising of originality the psychiatric treatment for anxiety of influence?
indicates/identifies/hints at/shines a light on
110: this is a key recommendation. Would you not agree that the movie speaks directly to those of us at the Mineshaft?
Thank you, Mr. Verbal.
110: seriously? I was so bummed after seeing it... everyone I know thought it was so great, but it seemed sort of melodramatic and ho-hum to me. Various plot points: totally expected. Like a sappy cross between the National Lampoon's (western) Vacation and (say) Garden State.
The final scene at the pageant was pretty spectacular, but even that was sorta ruined by the family. And all this is creepified for me even more by the whole JonBenet thing in the news recently.
The girls at the pageant in the movie, though? They did kinda look like tiny goblins. That's worth something, I guess.
So, let's bet on Chopper's SAT. I say 1520 without renorming.
122: Yes, although a bit heavy-handed at moments, but astonishingly moving and featuring the music of Sufjan Stevens. Seriously, what's not to love? Certainly not Greg Kinnear.
In the midwest, the ACT is standard and the SAT is the oddball one, or at least that was how it was when I was a boy.
I got an ACT score sufficient to win the prestigious Olivet Excellence Award, a full-tuition scholarship being offered there for the first year. To maintain it, I only had to keep a paltry 3.8 GPA.
My freshman year was very stressful, as you might imagine. I almost cried when I got a B+ on the first test I took, because I was worried that I would lose the scholarship after only one semester. Olivet has a policy where if you lose it, you lose it forever, even if you get your grades back up.
They're just bad people.
baa, I'll bet you the Steelers win the 2006 Super Bowl.
I remember my SAT score. I also remember that it was a lot lower than several of my friends expected (they announced some of our PSAT scores over the PA), and I could tell that they were secretly thrilled to outscore me. Then I sprinkled feces on their donuts.
Don't you think, given mack-paisley's strange literalism, that she's perfect for Farber?
merely about the difficulty of discriminating between what Arthur Danto calls "indiscernible counterparts".
This seems inapposite, too, Wolfson. There are two poles for the point of the test: either it is meant to show that it's impossible to distinguish between art and crap, or it's meant as an exercise in self-congratulation at one's cultural literacy. Assume there's no difference between Warhol's Brillo box and the real ones. If the test is the first, then the Brillo Box is perfect, the ne plus ultra of examples. If it's the second, then the Brillo Box is clearly Warhol's--the point of the test is only to check that you know of Warhol's Brillo Box.
Shouldn't quality women keep their IQ scores up to date?
Yo, baa, scroll up.
So, who here took the Stanford-Binet IQ test? (Note: I don't care what you got.) My parents thought it would be bad for my character, and as an adult, I've sort of superstitously agreed with them.
49: None of us is of sufficiently high quality to date Aimee Mullins. And she even has the glass legs for Ben.
The Seahawks are totally going to win. I can feel it.
My parents had my IQ tested when I was, like, 4 or something. They refused to tell me the score, despite my begging, and said they would tell me when I was "older". I asked my dad about it when I was 17 or so and he was like "oh, that? I don't remember." Bastards.
re: 133
I've never taken an IQ test in a formal examined setting. Although I've done them in other contexts.
The numbers seem pretty meaningless to me. I certainly would encourage any kids I had to set much store by 'em.
133 -- are there various IQ tests? Because I definitely took an IQ test as a lad, it was part of admission to the MGM program. But I have no memory of it, nor of its results.
My parents repeated to me my teacher's assessment, that I "wasn't gifted, but worked hard." They had the option to place me in a gifted class but chose not to. Given that my sister was put in the gifted program but turned out to be a neurotic mess, I tend to think that they made the right choice.
>they announced some of our PSAT scores over the PA
That is so awesome.
>baa, I'll bet you the Steelers win the 2006 Super Bowl.
I don't see how the Steelers can make it past Cincinnati without some freakish accident.
I was totally impressed by my HWT scores.
Those legs aren't filled with beer, though.
baa's superbowl joke is much better than mine. I pass the mantle of very high-quality commenter to baa.
I had some sort of IQ test when I was 6ish. It involved sitting down with a child psychologist and solving puzzles, and the score was "yes or no," as in "yes, this kid goes into the Gifted And Talented Education program" or not. If there was a number involved, my parents never even gave me a hint of it. But I've never thought that it was a formal IQ test.
Back when I had a tv, there was some quiz show that pitted engineers against lawyers against etc. in a formal IQ test. The audience was encouraged to play along. So I did for awhile until I realized that in evaluating the scoring they were adding points for age. Which seemed like bullshit.
I took the Wexler IQ test as a teenager because I thought I had a learning disability. Turns out I didn't. But anyway, you find out where you are on a bell curve -- as far as I know there's no numerical grade, so when I hear things like "I have an IQ of 145," that means nothing to me.
I definitely took an IQ test as a lad [...] But I have no memory of it
Maybe "an IQ test" s/b "a sharp blow to the head".
Anyway, to get back to the stated topic of this post: Hey, Becks, come here often? Can I get you a drink?
She runs a gambling outfit from Costa Rica and plans to become bilingual, which mean she no speak Spanish. I would imagine someone from the IRS would like to meet her, not necessarily to go on a date but rather to chat over a cup of coffee.
In any event, she's no Ruth Parasol.
Becks, I have impeccable references.
I had a job in high school which involved having access to the IQ scores at age eight or so of about quarter of my classmates. Sadly, I did not abuse this.
Art and crap. Also: Arneson's Funk John (couldn't find a link).
A few days after I found out my IQ - this was in seventh grade - I read in a magazine that Madonna had the same IQ.
145: An IQ of 145 is 3 standard deviations above the mean, which is the 99.5th percentile, right?
Leaving you without one at all.
The Ruth Parasol wikipedia entry in 150 contains the NewsMax headline: Woman Becomes Sex Billionaire.
I would like to be able to introduce myself as a Sex Billionaire.
On a first (and only) date last year the guy asked me my SAT score. While I sat there gaping, he guessed it on the nose. That was eerie.
I took the three day IQ test, with the puzzles and pictures. I didn't know what it was for, and assumed my teacher had arranged it to get me out of her classroom because she hated me. The tester was surprised when I told her that.
My dad told me he would tell me my score the day I could explain a bell curve and standard deviations to him, but when I did a few years later he told me I was still too young to know.
Dinner and a movie tonight, Becks?
130: From your discussions here, it seems the test is an exercise in intellectual dishonesty: the claim it sounds like it's making is that art should be identifiable as such without reference to its context, whereas a big part of the whole Warhol/pop/readymade/pomo shtick is that context is an important part of the work itself.
Ruth Parasol's business partner is, I learn, named Anurag Dikshit.
He is one of the youngest billionaires in the world. Maybe he could take my name after the marriage.
it seems the test is an exercise in intellectual dishonesty
That's the sort of thing I'd expect from someone who can't even remember her SAT scores.
Anurag Dikshit
If only his first name contained an s.
Since the test is only asking takers to acknowledge iconic images, the Pompeii cast ought to be a "yes," too. I even remember that image from some textbook or another. (The Campbell's scotch broth still would not be admissable, since that disign is easy to distinguish from the Warhol print.)
162: Don't you mean, someone who lies about not remembering her SAT?
The test isn't an exercise in intellectual dishonesty; it's merely, as Tim said, a vehicle for feeling smug about one's cultural literacy. Hence, the Duchamp urinal fakeout.
the Duchamp urinal fakeout
Popularized by George Michael.
4127 was the best score I took away from college.
4127 was the best score I took away from college.
Weren't you an art major at UT? I'd have expected better than that.
For heaven's sake, the test is meant to be, according to its designer, "irreverent." It's like the tests where they discover oenologists can't tell the difference between white and red wine served in opaque glasses. The point is to puncture pretension. If you already recognize the images, you are in effect cheating.
Urinals qua art are less interesting than urinals qua urinals.
I had no idea that there was such a thing as this.
But is cheating always wrong?
Dude, I stayed out of that morass last time and you're not luring me in this time.
This book is actually quite interesting.
172: "puncture" s/b "expose"
Your purport is lost on me, SCMT.
Nah: "it's irreverent!" is just more of the intellectual dishonesty. It's cover for the test designer to say "hey, I'm only joking" if you point out that the test is effectively cheating in trying to make its point that postmodern art is crap.
Here is an sat score to iq conversion table. It apparently works pretty good.
177: Words I will now strive to use whenever possible:
She-inal
Urinette
179: I just meant that our pretensions are made of hardier stuff, and cannot be destroyed by a simple Intertube test. Even if it works to point out that the main value of our cultural literacy is that it allows us to be self-congratulatory, we're still glad of it and think that it has value.
180: Oh, I suppose you're right about the substantive point and I might care if it were being administered by the NEA but in this case I'm pretty sure it qualifies, actually, as just a joke.
180 -- you're one to talk about cheating.
181: Seems a little overenthusiastic about the IQs at the high end.
184: Of course. I haven't even viewed the thing myself. I'm just being irritable about anti-intellectualism, in order to balance out my irritability about intellectual pretension the other day.
I just dropped an extremely heavy object on my finger, and am aimlessly irritable.
185: Different kind of cheating. I have my principles.
I just meant that our pretensions are made of hardier stuff
Is that generic "our" or specifically us here "our"? Or just you and Wolfson?
190: Yeah, I know. My unerring ear for such things is part of why you should all be very, very afraid that my math scores are always higher than my verbal. Really, if it weren't for Larry Summers, I'd be the next Einstein.
I once got a patent application rejected because of a patent from the JL Mott Iron Works. Curse you JL Mott Iron Works.
IrritablePhD lacks oomph.
OomphPhD, on the other hand, holds promise.
Modesty Panel is funny. I did surprisingly well on the snack or scat? test.
The best urinals, like much of the best of religious art, are to be found in situ at places of worship, so to speak.
The ability to distinguish desserts from shit is quite high on my list of desirable qualities in a woman.
It saddens me that so far I've scored best on the "Where's Michael Jackson's Nose?" out of all of those Modesty Panel tests.
I don't remember my exact score on my GRE verbal, but I remember being determined to score at least the same, if not higher, on the verbal as I did on the math and analytical, and failing. I don't think I've ever taken a test where my math score wasn't the higher or my scores. No amount of flashcards or practice tests seems to make a difference.
197: "distinguish" s/not b confused with "create"
Is that generic "our" or specifically us here "our"? Or just you and Wolfson?
So I dropped a letter. Sue me.
I don't think I've ever taken a test where my math score wasn't the higher or my scores. No amount of flashcards or practice tests seems to make a difference.
For whatever reason, I've been the opposite in all the standardized tests I can remember, even though math is far and away my better academic subject.
I have never gotten any charge from taking those online recognize-objects or what-am-I-like tests; but I do find it greatly entertaining to listen to other people describing their experiences with the tests.
I do have a perverse pride in having never prepared for any standardized test. Not even with those prep tests. I'm even prouder of having fallen asleep during the AP English test.
Because really, all that shit is just way too early in the morning.
Today's a good day for a Boticelli. Who misses Tia?
OOOoo! Can we start a game even without her?
209 -- Botticelli in Her absence would be gauch. How about Boggle?
Chopper's the only one here with a sombrero.
Off topic, but a friend of mine is thinking about buying a wallaby. I wonder, Becks, if you have any advice?
Boggle eh? Okay, make something of this. You've got five minutes.
A P C E T
Qu L S M O
L H I G R
S A T E W
R B E V L
Does anyone else feel like she's dripping with self-hatred for being a woman, a la a self-hating Jew?
Does anyone else feel like she's dripping with self-hatred for being a woman
In connection with the high-quality woman? No. Doesn't it, in fact, seem like a typically SdB-type male presentation of self?
It just struck me as, "My worth comes from a list of measurable, documentable facts about myself. I don't have worth merely because of my existence. The goal of the list is to land a Quality Man, because then I'd finally be sure of myself."
"Gr�ve" means "strike" in French. At least I think it does.
(damnit, now I have to run. So I can't follow up this point.)
Oh wait, I've got "beer". Oh, time's up.
219 gets it exactly right, and no follow up is required.
Oh come on, she's the perfect partner for someone with Asperger's.
218 - So what's considered good? I mean, I only got "shat" and "beer", so obviously not me.
And apparently it took me 23 minutes, too.
Who cares about Stanford-Binet? The important ones are the MMPI and the plethysmograph.
229 -- there were a ton of words in there. I didn't take it seriously enough ot write them down but look at that lower left-hand corner! There are like 20 3-letter words and probably 10 4 and 5-letter words in that corner alone.
I made
A P C E T
Qu L S M O
L H I G R
S A T E W
R B E V L
and considered it a job well done.
On preview it is possible that Lizardbreath did rather better than me.
Okay, 33 minutes is up. Clownaesthesiologist comes in last with negative one word. JAC and LizardBreath are tied for first with one unique word each. Everyone else is in the middle.
This doesn't work too well without the little hourglass.
Seriously, someone start a Botticelli thread, or I'm going to go to make good on my threat to go visit a permanent collection.
There's "brash", but other than that, all I've got is 4-letter words.
236 -- interesting choice of euphemisms.
LizardB is around. Perhaps she can be prevailed upon for a new thread, if not the game.
236: I'm working. If you want to answer, though, I'll put up a thread for you.
I'd offer to lead it, though people hate my botticelli choices.
I myself am strongly considering a nap.
Wouldn't you rather surf porn sites?
New post up. Smasher: Either answer or hand off the baton to ac.
Every time I play I forget one rule or another, so I'd prefer it if, say, ac led.
Really? Just don't come to my house with pikes and torches if turns out to be too obscure.
234: I see your shit and raise you(r) balls.
Okay, remind me of the rules, and I'll host, unless on preview I see that ac's got it.
Ballsmiter is Armsmasher's less popular cousin.
Um, greet smore palls hater. And Tom's hate grew legs if you cheat a little.
The Royal Ballsmiter could be a position of surprising power in the courts of mediaeval Europe.
1) That Aimee girl's legs are *awesome*. I cannot contain my envy, though inappropriate it may be.
2) I remember my SAT only because it was high by my school's standards, though not high enough to get me accepted to my first choice school.
3) Ms. Passey was not joking, if any of you were still wondering. Though she seems pleased that her site hits went through the roof, and claims that post was one of the reasons, she responds to one poster, who accuses her of opting for sensationalism over sincerity:
Those are my sincere opinions. The sensationalism part comes from being willing to actually post my opinions on taboo topics that most people shy away from, and in not "toning it down" or putting it "nicely".
I do have a perverse pride in having never prepared for any standardized test
I didn't either, which made me feel like even more of a fraud when I was teaching SAT classes for a while. I know nothing about test prep.
My school didn't quite broadcast the PSAT scores over the PA, but they did put up a banner in the main hallway with the names of the national merit qualifiers, or whatever. It felt rather weird having my name up on this thing proclaiming our school's "dedication to scholastic achievement" when my GPA was firmly in the bottom half of my graduating class, and probably was among the lowest 5 or 10 of the AP students. They took those tests way too seriously.
Also, a psychologist I went to for a while in high school gave me an IQ test at the beginning, I mostly remember it being ungodly long--4 or 5 hours, straight through. The whole concept seemed a little odd--one of the questions was "who was Anne Frank?", which didn't seem like it had a lot to do with native intelligence since answering it depended a lot on who your 6th grade teacher was.
253.3: I like the way assholes always believe that everyone else is an asshole too, and pride themselves on simply being honest about it.
Whereas admitting to being a bitch is a charmingly self-deprecating political statement, of course.
I once had to take an IQ test at a job interview, although they didn't call it that and pretended it was just a 'stress test'. I had taken IQ tests before, though, and recognised the types of questions. I thought about walking out in a huff, but I need a job terribly and so I took the test.
The interviewer said she was surprised at my score, but whether it was because it was abysmally low or very high she didn't say and I was too nervous to press her about it. I didn't get the job, so I assume it was the former.
Personally, I think it's odd that no one has mentioned the gay ex-husband yet.
Also, she's "self-employed" (read: unemployed) in "positive expectation gambling [wtf? -- yg], blogging, affiliate marketing [i.e. ads on her blog], and writing." From what I can tell, her actual line of work is finding rich men to sleep with/pay her rent, and "self-employed" is certainly one (rather elliptical) way to describe that.
Not necessarily. They might have assumed you'd get bored and read unfogged all day instead of doing whatever the job was.
Should we mention to Ms Passey the CNN show on the possessor of the world's highest recorded IQ, who lives in a trailer, works part-time, and is 3000 pages into his ultimate physics oeuvre? I think not; his lack of $$ clearly indicates that he is not a quality person.
10 - and she uses "criteria" instead of "criterion". I'll bet she doesn't even know the word "yclept", the correct use of which made me melt into the arms of the Biophysicist.
133 - I was subjected to every !#%$#* IQ test that existed in my early youth; one of my parental units was a grad student at Yale and sold me to the Gesell Institute for experiments. Thereafter, every time I erred as a child, I was chastised with 'A person with your IQ should be able to get [whatever] right.' Thank FSM I'd been potty-trained by then or I'd be a basket case.
I , too, remember all my SAT/GRE/LSAT scores. And I took them back in the Olden Days. I also remember my student ID # at L'Universit� Laval in Qu�bec, for no reason whatsoever.
258: You probably scored too high, which might lead them to assume you'd become bored and leave the job as soon as something more interesting came along.
I got turned down for a clipping service job when I was in college; the manager thought that a college student would be bored reading stacks of newspapers looking for articles on their clients. [This was before the internets. Or PCs. Or the wheel.] I would have looooved that job so much. And done it really well because I read very quickly.
So instead, I went to work in a hospital, where my excessive education was put to optimal use changing beds and emptying bedpans.
I took the ASVAB to get out my morning classes in high school. It was worth it.
Being overqualified doesn't seem like much of a compliment when you've been putting groceries on a credit card for three months.
OK, so my question is this: if a female blogger puts a photo of herself up on her sidebar, does she pretty much have to expect random dudes emailing her for dates and random people judging her attractiveness?
Ms. Pass/ey's post and whether random people are morally correct to do anything of the sort aside; I'm asking pragmatically, here.
266: If you're asking the question, you already know the answer.
What about posting a picture in order to display a coat and then removing it?
Not to risk destroying one of my favorite commenting pages, but for those who wish to play timed boggle against the finest minds of the internets, there is this site:
Web Boggle
Be Warned:It's liquid crack-like in its addictiveness. My highest 5x5 score is 145 - can I date the bimbertarian now?
And, ewww, she's into Mensa. Unforgivable.
Mm. Ran into Jackie about 1998.
Hard to know what to say about people informing one of folks one has known for nearly a decade.
Not a revelation, though. Could have asked.
Mm. Reading comments. Kinda ick, regarding someone one sorta vaguely knows, in the sense of having some mutual friends.
Not surprising. Not that she hasn't opened herself up to mock.
Still, kinda ick. Kinda euww.
Kinda another reason to stay away from this sort of thing, and this sort of ugly.
re: 272
Yeah. The whole Mensa thing is just wierd.
It's said so often that it's trite, but doing well on standardised tests is totally remote from doing interesting things with intellect -- novel writing, composing music, scientific research, philosophy, coming up with new and better dick-jokes, whatever, etc.
re: 273
Could have asked what?
I think we feel kinda icky playing "Crack (just one more hit)" in your addiction drama, Gary.
You bastard, PaintCalendar! I'd managed to stay away from computer games...mutter mutter.
I gazed deeply into the JMPP wading pool last night.
It seems to me, if she's basically just outlining her absolute minimum requirements for boyfriends, she doesn't strike me as all that unusual or unrealistic. What was more sad was that very little on her list or subsequent discussion suggests that she's looking for a lot MORE than what she listed. Depending on how literally she interprets each point on the list, half the younger guys at my job would fit the bill. Now, I'm certainly not of the "there's just one special person for everyone" school of romance, but JMPP's methodology seems fated to turn up a lot of bland, conventional guys, some of whom might be worth dating, but most, probably not.
How can you forget your SAT/ACT scores, btw? 710 verbal, 660 math. But what's the point of getting invested in that? The whole purpose of those tests is to predict success or failure in post-secondary education. If you get a 1550 on the SAT, then spend your frosh and soph years at the frat parties and graduate with a 2.9 GPA, did the test fail?
Also, the meanness is hardly unique to discussions of JMPP or female bloggers. Everybody's mean all the time. I blame the general coarsening of society that ensued after "Mama's Family" began airing.
DEditrix -- could you expand on the proper use of 'yclept'? I thought it was an archaic form synonymous with 'named' and it's hard for me to imagine that word having seductive powers. Am I just not imaginative enow or am I misunderstanding its definition?
Web-boggle is insanely addictive. Don't start.
Wait, wait, who are you guys on web-boggle and which board are you playing? I've been playing as "typer" and I suck horribly.
I have been saved from web-boggle addiction only by the fact that I suck to a frustrating and humiliating degree. Advantage: stupidity!
Thanks, apo, but it may be too late. Fortunately, my connectly is too slow to reward me; that may be my only hope!
And for all and sundry, what I've heard is that SAT scores correlate only to first year GPA.
I remember my SAT score, and my AP scores. I was also one who never studied, never prepped for tests, etc., but did very well on all of them. Then I got to college and it took me three attempts over seven years to scrape out a bachelor's with a GPA well below 3.0. Those tests are meaningless.
On the other hand, at one point in college a professor of mine signed me up for some testing at the learning disabilities center. She was convinced I was ADD. I ended up skipping the test because I was busy playing a videogame. I looked at my watch 45 minutes after I was supposed to be there and figured I had my answer.
C�: No, you're right about the meaning. What was seductive about it was seeing the word used in the particular context [a discussion of tattoo parlours on a long-dead CompuServe forum] by a gun-toting, Bach-loving, motorcycle-riding, word-wielding, science PhD with a strong sociopathic streak and an affinity for high-risk behaviour, spicy food and 60s folk music who had also read Chaucer.
But that's just my ideal man.
Hrm. So do I get any seductivity points for "enow"?
Except for the guns, the motorcycles and the folk music it should be everybody's ideal man!
People who love the above three should date people who love them, too. Otherwise things get tense.
278: The "Mama's Family" reference just officially completed Unfogged. Everything has been done now.
Thank you, brave soul.
I remember my SAT score, and my AP scores. I was also one who never studied, never prepped for tests, etc., but did very well on all of them. Then I got to college and it took me three attempts over seven years to scrape out a bachelor's with a GPA well below 3.0. Those tests are meaningless.
I got through in 4 years, but my GPA was about 2.8. Civilization I cost me at leat a half point of that. The rest was probably weed and the fact that I never started on anything until the night before it was due. My parents were so proud.
Ogged, I play the 4x4 as Russ, but I really try to avoid it, because I end up staying awake all night.
I always did well on standardized tests, and didn't take preparations. But things may have changed; I took my last one in the early eighties (LSAT). I'm told preparation has become efficacious.
My son was given the SAT, along with the top 10,000 or so Chicago sixth-graders, a couple of years ago. They use it to measure the need for enrichment programs, to see how many kids are way above grade level. He was in the top 50. The program he's in draws a lot of kids with high scores: six out of thirty of his classmates were in the top 50. He was given this absurd pompous trophy, and we were fawned over, as if we'd done something.
I score really high on standardized tests, but my first year in college was a train wreck. Then I took a year off and worked fast food. I aced the rest of college, because working fast food has a way of focusing your attention on your studies.
I finally read the post, and I get why she posted it, I think.
I'm also really sick of getting e-mailed several times a week by delusionally hopeful men who read my blog and think because I am *their* dream girl that I'll therefore want them too.
She's basically telling her stalkers to FOAD. Having a photo on your site is a giant neon WELCOME LUNATICS sign. Of course, she could just not have a photo, but then she might miss out on quality guys who surf the internet hitting on random women who post pictures on their blogs.
Personally I think the odds of that are really low.
66: Yes, of course. The only advantage to that is that it just tells you what's constantly happening without your knowing it. Nice, huh?
I just scored 156th out 158 on that web boggle game.
Who am I on web boggle? I am not fucking telling anyone. Not until I figure out why I've been sucking so bad these last few hours. If ever I start posting scores I'm not ashamed of, then maybe I'll cop to them under my pseudonym.
297 makes sense as an answer to 266, which I presume it was.
Glad you got home w/ ac in your car, in this ever-deepening mugginess.
Right, 266, not 66.
Yes, thanks re. a/c. It took me a while to realize you didn't mean that ac and I had gone on a trip together. I was confused.
Come to think of it, wouldn't it be nice to have both a/c and ac in your car for a long trip?
291: Sub cheap liquor in for weed and lengthen the time and you and have described exactly my experience, right down to Civ I. The best grade I earned as an undergraduate was on a paper I wrote outside the undergrad library between the hours of 3am and 5am while killing off a bottle of hooch I'd stashed in my backpack.
Joining a fraternity slowed my drinking and made me a better student.
So is she fair game or not? On one hand, she's responding to creepiness that she shouldn't be subjected to. On the other hand, she's responding in a pretty damn creepy way. And on the other other hand, us SAT-score-remembering, too-much-time-on-the-Internets-spending paragons of social skills might ought to go easy. And on the other other other hand, Randroids are always fair game.
I think I'll keep my quality in my pocket this time.
Oh, she's totally fair game. All Randoids are.
described exactly my experience, right down to Civ I.
I still itch for that fucking game. I swear to god, I was more addicted to that fucking thing, and far less functional about it, than I've even come close to being with anything else.
304: Oh, she's a total ass. And she *wants* people to assess her. She's fair game. Of course, whether or not *you* feel okay assessing chicks who are obvious attention whores is your problem.
307: I didn't read enough to get a sense of whether the appropriate diagnosis is whoring for attention or just applying the tenets of Ayn Rand in a particularly ludicrous way. Do Randroids spend a lot of time assessing their objective worth and quality?
I'm still mystified by how anyone who doesn't have a room-temperature IQ can take Rand seriously past the age of 17. They're kind of cute in the same way that some of the true-believer tax protestors are cute, but this probably isn't the time for that discussion.
306: I was that way with Minesweeper. My best time was 97 seconds on the biggest board.
Of course, she could just not have a photo, but then she might miss out on quality guys who surf the internet hitting on random women who post pictures on their blogs.
Hey! Some of us have come to think it is the best chance we've got. Before those quality guys, I wasn't getting any dates at all.
I was impressed that y'all have been so mellow about JMPP. There's no real skill in going after her, and considering the hate she's already gotten, why pile on? Attention whore or not, the things people have said about her have to hurt her. I liked the restraint.
306, 309: I am now possibly going to become that way with online Boggle.
Cute like a fucking parasite, you mean.
Adam, the next time you're feeling like a rat in a cage, you might want to consider your gaming habits. Anyway, I never had the patience for the big board, but I think my best score was a 58 or 56 on intermediate.
The Civ games are evil crack.
This weboggle thing is killing me. I suck!
It helped that every time I clicked a bomb, I received a mild electric shock.
Hey, I only just now looked closely at her picture. Who wears a brownish necklace with a brownish (or is it black?) shirt with her brownish hair? I ask you. But I think I see cleavage, so fuck y'all, I'm with Farber on this one, you beasts.
Chopper, I'm on 4x4 weboggle now as Typer. I totally suck, so maybe you can beat me. Who are you?
I must be the last person in the world to have heard of boggle.
Some of the words I missed last round: cels, clem, dele, deme, elds, del, eds, efs, eld, els, eme, ems, ers, ess, est. Ok, give me a fucking break. I'm gonna go deathmatch or something.
I'm not. Well, now I am. To bed!
259: "Positive expectation gambling" means games where the mathematical "expectation" of your gain is positive: games where the odds are in your favor.
My plan worked! I mean, shame about those getting hooked on web-crack. Seriously the 4x4 is much less rewarding than the 5x5. Somehow ridiculous 3-letter words I never heard of are more aggravating than ridiculous 4-letter words I never heard of. I'm still not outing my webboggle identity, though. I'm not TEAM BUSH IS AWESOME or TEAM SUGAR TITS.
Ah, screw it; make fun of her. She did set herself up, I have to admit, after looking at her recent stuff. And who cares what I say, anyway?
But, really, she's not at all the person I was aware of nearly a decade ago, it turns out.
I'm quite baffled by 276, though. Never touched crack, or any serious such drug, in my life (two snorts of coke, once on line for a Rolling Stones concert in the 70s, and another at a Terry Carr party I set up in Atlanta in 1986). I'm so literal.
Incidentally, I'm unsurprised that Jackie was deliberately stirring.
I could talk about Veronica Mars, but that's so years ago.
Including all the Joss Whedon raves, and his guest role, etc.
I think that "yclept", like "hight", is mostly only useful for writing first lines of limericks.
I really hope for her sake that is a joke. Should we make a list of why she shouldn't be allowed to date *anyone*? Arrogance and Self-importance can start us off.
Can users add words to the dictionary at the WEBoggle site? Because lots of the words it tells me I miss do not seem to be words. Like funner. Not a word, as far as I know.
Damn you all. (A) I didn't need to know that I could play boggle online and (B) the site isn't working for me.
287: 14 points. See also below.
327: No points for limericks. Points for sonnets. And "yclept" is a good Scrabble word.
In Scots we still use a form of 'yclept'. Or, more specifically, a form of the root word 'clepe'.
Someone who tells tales on other people is a 'clipe'.
It, clipe, is only used in that specific context, though. The direct modern scots equivalent of 'yclept' is the word 'cried', e.g.:
He devailopit the leeterarie dialeck cried 'Synthetic Scots' (o bi his critics, o whilk thair wis monie, 'Plastic Scots') frae his ain speak an the dictionar.
(Quote taken from http://members.aol.com/minoritas/scotslan.htm )
Man, I really suck at Boggle, apparently.
Best name seen last night around 1am in the 5x5 board: Mylifehascometothis.
I'd bet $1 it's an Unfoggeder.
Also, "Leno" and "phat" count, but "Nate" and "Sunni" don't? I call bullshit.
I remember my SAT scores. They weren't particularly good by the standards of my college. I did quite a bit better on teh verbal than I did on the math. Unlike with law schools and the LSAT, most colleges won't penalize you for taking it more than once. I think that you were allowed to count your top score on each section.
I never studied, but I did take it three times. My school made everyone take it twice as Juniors and once as Seniors. The SAT scores were published without the student's name in a little packet in the college counselling office. It included information on where each kid had been accepted. There was an asterisk next to legacy/ athlete admits. At the top end of teh class you could figure out who was who.
Aw, man. How did nobody in 335 comments tell me that the formatting on this post sucked? That's what I get for only reading Unfogged through my RSS reader.
Because, like me, they didn't notice or think that it did?
I noticed the formatting but I didn't think it looked bad or "sucked".
(1) Mme de Passey
That's *definitely* the real Chun.
(2) According to my inverse-square law of the mutual attraction of wretched people. it seems pretty evident that Passey & my ex-girlfriend, both dwelling in Seattle, must be pals. (Birds of a feather, let me tell ya.) I'm tempted to google around & find out, but having resisted the temptation where the ex is concerned, I'm not going to let this Passey creature get me started.
(Oh, and I do remember my SAT, GRE, and LSAT scores, but that's because taking standardized tests is the only thing I've ever been good at.)
You know, I just noticed that Jack-Mack's blog is called The Bildungsroman of Jacqueline Mackie Paisley Passey. How did I miss that? That's, like, totally awesome.
OK, so my question is this: if a female blogger puts a photo of herself up on her sidebar, does she pretty much have to expect random dudes emailing her for dates and random people judging her attractiveness?
Yes, if anyone displays a picture of themselves to millions of strangers they have to expect that some of them will judge it for attractiveness.
And if "anyone" is a woman, then she has to expect that pretty much everyone will.
A Saigelsy commentor has found the man of Jackie's dreams.
