I’ve recently been amused by this piece of social commentary:
- Inside the Monkeysphere (hat tip: Violent Acres)
The gist of it (you should read the whole thing, but I’ll try to summarize) is that human psychology hasn’t evolved to deal with groups of people larger than, say, 150. This small bunch of people whom we actually think of as people is our Monkeysphere. We dehumanize people outside of our Monkeyspheres not because we’re callous assholes or ignorant savages or evil racist white people (or whatever) — but because we just can’t deal with the notion that there are so fucking many people out there, and we just haven’t adapted to really live in larger groups yet.
I’ve also been re-reading a book that’ll disturb the hell out of a lot of people:
- The Murderer Next Door by David Buss
(This book is so good, I’m taking notes this time around.) Mr. Buss contends that most murders fit a fairly narrow set of circumstances — and that killing people under those circumstances provides an evolutionary advantage (or at least it did a few thousand years ago). He also goes into a great deal of detail on the evolutionary psychology of mating and sex (guess what drives most murders?) and comes up with some pretty convincing justifications for what most of us are pleased to think of as inexplicably shallow behaviour.
As far as I’m concerned, these results — and the theory of evolutionary psychology in general — vindicate the theory of natural selection. Sure, Darwinian evolution could still be false, with these murderous impulses planted in our heads as a test of faith by the benevolent but unknowable God who created us six thousand (and change) years ago, but we don’t care — we just want a scientific tool that can explain existing data and predict new results. It doesn’t matter whether natural selection or a loving God wired us to kill our ex-girlfriends if we can use the theory to understand high-risk situations and end up with fewer murders.
This is what pisses me off about “Intelligent Design” — it has no predictive power. If your answer to every hard question is “well, it’s a miracle“, you might be right — but you aren’t right in a useful way, and I simply don’t care.
