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Snork!
And there’s this interpretation:
I am of course maintaining a dignified silence on the subject.
As me always say, its’ better to be handsome than clever.
No such thing as a girl who can’t get laid.
At 15, I sort of instinctively knew that opting for chess rather than shagging meant that I would be driving a really cool car by the age of 25, which would in turn enable me to do all the shagging I wanted with some really bright women. I was right.
Oik, that comment is the epitome of the “humble brag.” I salute you! [Insert one of those smiley internet things here.]
Each additional point of IQ increased the odds of virginity by 2.7% for males and 1.7% for females.
Oh, there’s the basis for a really righteous Laurie Penny commentary right there.
>No such thing as a girl who can’t get laid.< you have a low opinion of males;)
“No such thing as a girl who can’t get laid.”
you have a low opinion of males;)
Depending on the meaning of “can’t”, males may be completely irrelevant. Or the meaning of “girl” for that matter.
“…only 56% of Princeton undergraduates have had intercourse”
Even fewer of them with another person. Ba-dum.
Anyway, correlation is not causation. Maybe sex makes you stupid. Or inclined to studio art, which might be one of those distinctions without a difference (cf. Franklin Einspruch’s injunction to artists in the previous post).
As for the folks with an IQ below 70, either they haven’t figured the technique out yet, or they’re taking Margaret Sanger to heart.
Thinking back, the calibre of the teenage girls who were willing to have sex with teenage boys meant that you were better off waiting than to have that as your first memories of it.
All the hot teenage girls were dating twenty year olds with cars.
All the hot teenage girls were dating twenty year olds with cars.
One of the official babes of my sixth form earned umpteen cool points on account of her once being collected from school by an older boyfriend with a motorbike. At the time it seemed terribly mysterious and impressive.
Where’d you meet him?
I met him at the candy store
He turned around and looked at me
You get the picture?
yes, we see
You know, I’d always pictured you as a young man, David.
Back in the day the secret to getting laid as an adolescent male was to be based near a teaching hospital.
Student Nurses! Yay!
Incidentally, what age range was adolescent defined as for the purposes of the study?* There are a lot of people around who will attest that, despite my being well into my seventh decade, I am still behaving like an adolescent. (Of high IQ.)
*What? Read the report? After our host has done such an excellent job of distilling the essence for us?
You get the picture?
yes, we see
Heh.
You’d expect a subject based on mathematics i.e computer science to score “higher”…
Must be teaching CSS more than predicate calculus, and more thinking more about worth than Wirth.
“Do you fuck, girl?”
“I do now, you smooth talking bastard.”
I rest my case.
Maybe explains why I didn’t get sex in uni ’til I married a fat Welsh school teacher – health warning – do not do this.
Nice to have confirmation that I was a teenage mega-genius.
you have a low opinion of males;)
Pretty sure you can always find someone desperate enough for a one-night stand with anything obviously lacking a Y chromosome. Might take awhile but the Bell Curve says that kind of desperation exists at the very low end of the desperation scale.
I wonder if the study is broken down by sex: I expect that high-IQ girls are less interested in backseat flings in high school and wait until college or even marriage.
Not the boys, though.
It’s a BAD news thing; in the long run, demographics is all. Declining average IQ over time…
I and two other acne-riddled peers decided to form a band for this very reason when we were about 14. We battered out barely recognisable Ramones covers in a school music room for a good few months before we were forced to pedal back from the initial aim of hordes of groupies to the more conservative aim of at least one girl not laughing at us.
I and two other acne-riddled peers decided to form a band for this very reason when we were about 14.
I did once take a Roland TR-606 drum machine to school and put it through the PA in the assembly hall. A handful of boys got quite excited and someone started breakdancing. I don’t remember any girls being impressed.
I don’t remember any girls being impressed.
Well, that’s because Go-Go’s and New Edition tunes don’t translate well to the drum manchine in solo. “We Got The Beat” ironic proof of the point.
I wasn’t actually trying to woo schoolgirls at the time, you understand, but I will venture that a cheap and tinny drum machine probably isn’t your best bet. It even came with a silver vinyl satchel, a sort of electro man-bag.
Chase me, ladies. Chase me.
a cheap and tinny drum machine probably isn’t your best bet
On reflection, neither is allowing everyone to see you lugging a french horn around the school in the year leading up to your self-styled transformation into a guitar god.
I and two other acne-riddled peers decided to form a band for this very reason when we were about 14. We battered out barely recognisable Ramones covers in a school music room for a good few months before we were forced to pedal back from the initial aim of hordes of groupies to the more conservative aim of at least one girl not laughing at us.
Not really the smartest choice of band.
“Of their early output, Johnny Ramone commented: “I basically tried to play normal stuff. We didn’t sing about surfing or cars or girls because we didn’t surf, didn’t have cars and didn’t have girlfriends. So we wrote about sniffing glue and the boredom of suburbia.””
Re : Andrew Duffin
“It’s a BAD news thing; in the long run, demographics is all. Declining average IQ over time…”
It’s like someone saw the film Idiocracy and decided to implement it as social policy.