Cultural Honor

So, I’m reading this book called Outliers by Malcolm Gladwell. It’s kind of a strange book in that it doesn’t really help you do anything exactly, it just sort of helps you understand things. Basically, it examines some successful people, and tries to figure out exactly what it is that makes them that way. There are some really interesting parts, and some parts that I sort of skimmed. But my favorite part so far was this:

Cultural honor.

Stick with me, please, because I found this to be profoundly eye-opening.

You’ve heard about family feuds and stuff, right? How for generations and generations, families will just fight with each other for reasons they might not even remember?

Well, as Malcolm Gladwell points out, one family doing this is a feud. A ton of families right along the Appalachian doing it is a pattern.

What in the world makes those people so prone to violent out breaks with each other?

Did you guess it? Cultural honor. Because the main profession of the mountain areas was livestock and stuff, people honor was very important. I mean, if you were a farmer, you had to rely on other people and get along with your neighbors, but there was never a danger of having your crop actually stolen. When your job was tending sheep or something, people very well could steal your hard work, and it wasn’t necessary to get along with the people around you really.

All you had to protect your livestock and your family was your reputation. Build up your reputation as a tough guy and no one will mess with you. Keep your honor intact.

There are other reasons why culture honor was (and is) such a big thing in those parts. It has to do with heritage.

Back when people were still coming regularly to America, a certain group of people settled in a certain spot: the Scotch-Irish immigrants settled along the eastern/southern US.

That would be “from the Pennsylvania border south and west through Virginia and West Virginia, Kentucky and Tennessee, North Carolina and South Carolina, and the northern end of Alabama and Georgia.” And that’s where all this “cultural honor” stuff is big. You can steal my stuff, but you can’t insult my mama. That’s how it works here. *clears throat* I mean, there…

Okay, I’m from North Carolina. And when Mr. Malcolm Gladwell started raggin’ on my homeland, I started getting pretty hot inside.

And as I started boiling, I blinked and realized I was proving his point.

Oh.

…

I read on.

There was then an experiment described. In the early 1990s, two psychologists decided to get together a bunch of 18-21 year old guys and insult them, see how they would react. They came up with the insult they thought would resonate with them the most. “A—hole.” (I am quoting the book, sorry.)

Here was the experiment set up:

“The social sciences building at the University of Michigan has a long, narrow hallway in the basement lined with filing cabinets. The young men were called into a classroom, one by one and asked to fill out a questionnaire. Then they were told to drop off the questionnaire at the end of the hallway and return to the classroom.”

Half the guys were from the states that were high on cultural honor, half of them were not.

“As they walked down the hallway with their questionnaire, a man—a confederate of the experiments—walked past them and pulled out a drawing in one of the filing cabinets. They already narrow hallway now became even narrower. As the young men tried to squeeze by, the confederate looked up, annoyed. He slammed the filing cabinet drawer shut, jostled the young men with his shoulder, and, in a low but audible voice said the trigger word: ‘a—hole.’”

Through different tests that I go into in too much detail, the suspicions were confirmed. Confirmed A LOT. The cultural honor boys were mad. Even though they didn’t act out in violence, their handshakes were firmer than usual, saliva samples revealed that being insulted had raised their levels of testosterone and cortisol (hormones that drive aggression). The guys were also given a short story and told to supply a conclusion. The story had to do with a guy’s girlfriend being come onto by another guy. The cultural honor guys who had been insulted made it end violently, while the guys who lived in other places did not.

IS THAT INTERESTING TO ANYONE ELSE?

I’m going to be perfectly honest with you:

I never thought people reacted any differently.

Call me ignorant, but I thought this was the same everywhere. I had no idea that in other parts of the US, it wouldn’t be natural to react violently to having your honor insulted. I mean, you just don’t do that here. No one gets upset if you steal their stuff, but if you attack their honor, boy, it’s on.

It’s not just guys, it’s girls, too. I mean, I honestly had no idea that it would occur to anyone not to get wild about something like this…I think I’ve already said that :) But you get the idea.

Who knew? I had no idea that culture honor wasn’t the same everywhere. What a cool eye-opener!

Hope you guys found this at least half as interesting as I did :)

~Kendra

Out With the Old, In With the New!

Hi! Sorry for not posting yesterday. We went to a funeral reception, a movie, and then I had to babysit, so there wasn't much time.

Well, tomorrow starts the new Days! I've been thinking, and I think I'm going to change out all the days anyway. I really love Name and Quote Day, but I have other ideas for different Days, so I'm thinking I might rotate everything every once in a while. The way I'm thinking, this is going to be the new schedule:

Sunday: God Day--I share a thought on God.
Monday: Advice Day--I give some personal advice, or quote someone else's advice.
Tuesday: Memory Day--I share one of my favorite memories.
Wednesday: Fact Day--I share a weird fact.
Thursday: Character Day--I'll talk about one of my characters, or a book or movie character.
Friday: Question Day--You ask a question, I'll give an answer.
Saturday: Award Day--I'll give an award to a different follower every week.

What do you think? You'll notice that I omitted "Obsessive Day", even though it's currently winning the poll! Why? Well, I figure that I post about whatever I'm obsessed with anyway, don't I? So why make a special Day for it when I could do something else? Sorry :(

One other thing: for Question Day, I'm going to need some follower participation. Every Thursday, or just whenever, could everyone (if you can) ask me a question? It doesn't have to be about me, it can be just a really weird fact you want to know, my opinion on something, anything. There's no limit to how many you can ask or anything, I just need something to answer for Question Day, lol! You can just leave a comment or email me (lol, as usual). livinglovinglaughinglearning@gmail.com.

Muchas gracias!! Well, I don't really have that much to say...Oh, wait, yes, I do!

We ate lunch at this little lakeside restaurant today with David and Daniel ("brothers"). I don't know if you remember, but I posted before about how eating there makes me feel sick? And I kept experimenting, getting different things to eat and stuff, and my dad and I came to the conclusion that it must be something in the well water that disagrees with me. So, today I got a bottled drink, so it wouldn't have well water ice in it.

SUCCESS!

So far, zero sick-feeling! Yay! I can eat at the restaurant again without worrying! Hooray for experimenting, hooray for science, hooray for being able to enjoy food (as much as I ever can, at least)! :)

Mystery solved.

Now if I can just solve the mystery of speed-math....