I don’t get why something like Mesa even exists. Like, what even is the moment where pulling out your Mensa card is a good idea?
Assuming you are inteligent, you should know that flashing a card from a gatekept “clever people” club will probably not impress many people, just like you should recognize that the test you did doesn’t mean shit and IQ is not a good way how to measure people.
Yeah, no one “flashes a Mensa card” unless they are a jerk. We joined many years ago when we lived in Iowa for the social aspect. The parties are a lot of fun and the people are all fascinating. Not all people you want to spend time with, but fascinating. We let our memberships lapse when we moved back to Colorado.
Nearly universally, Mensans recognized that IQ is only measure of how well you do on an IQ test (which, as you may know, was never intended as a test for the upper end, only to find students who needed intervention) or the other allowed tests.
There were materially successful people and not, socially adept and not. People we learned to avoid and people who became friends. Cringe and connection.
I suppose it is like any other social club where you have something in common with the additional kicker that people were not holding back in conversation. You had the chance to rapidly be humbled in that case if you went on at length about some favorite topic only to find out the person you were talking to was an expert in it.
Plus there were cool speakers and field trips. “Dumb things smart people do” was one of our favorites.
I don’t get why something like Mesa even exists. Like, what even is the moment where pulling out your Mensa card is a good idea?
Assuming you are inteligent, you should know that flashing a card from a gatekept “clever people” club will probably not impress many people, just like you should recognize that the test you did doesn’t mean shit and IQ is not a good way how to measure people.
Yeah, no one “flashes a Mensa card” unless they are a jerk. We joined many years ago when we lived in Iowa for the social aspect. The parties are a lot of fun and the people are all fascinating. Not all people you want to spend time with, but fascinating. We let our memberships lapse when we moved back to Colorado.
Nearly universally, Mensans recognized that IQ is only measure of how well you do on an IQ test (which, as you may know, was never intended as a test for the upper end, only to find students who needed intervention) or the other allowed tests.
There were materially successful people and not, socially adept and not. People we learned to avoid and people who became friends. Cringe and connection.
I suppose it is like any other social club where you have something in common with the additional kicker that people were not holding back in conversation. You had the chance to rapidly be humbled in that case if you went on at length about some favorite topic only to find out the person you were talking to was an expert in it.
Plus there were cool speakers and field trips. “Dumb things smart people do” was one of our favorites.
At a guess? Smart people like validation too; and are just as vulnerable to manipulation that uses it. Potentially even more vulnerable, in fact.
As someone who doesn’t need to guess:
It exists as a social club founded in eugenicist thought.