I grew up in Australia’s first rural university. My father was its first Vice-Chancellor (Principal) and circumstance and the times (1940s-50s-early 60s) made it a community within a community in which we were surrounded by highly intelligent, highly educated high achievers.
The fact that I didn’t follow the expected course and become an academic myself makes no difference to my absolute and unequivocal belief that education is the key to everything.
Except eradicating stupidity.
To me, stupidity isn’t about a lack of intelligence or education. Ignorance is forgivable and potentially fixable. Stupidity is having the wherewithal to know better, and still involving yourself in something that’s pretty much guaranteed to end badly. Stupidity isn’t forgivable. And there’s a helluva lot of it about.
But perhaps I shouldn’t be so harsh. Perhaps stupidity can be attributed to some as-yet undiscovered glitch in the DNA – or the hormones, or the brain chemistry, or the state of the big toenail – that inhibits the growth of commonsense and the ability to control the urge for instant gratification.
Or perhaps it’s just fashion. You know. Disconnect the brain from the mouth and the tweet finger and off you go, being crassly, offensively stupid in the name of Free Speech. But if it is just fashion, I wish it would hurry up and run its course.
I do find it very tiresome.