Back when Bill Clinton got into the White House, the monthly Mensa magazine ran a cover of him with something to the effect of “at last, a Mensa-class President”
The response was overwhelmingly negative, as Bill was not then, nor to my knowledge is now a member of Mensa. (Same for Sharon Stone, btw)
Being a member of Mensa (and organizations with even higher scores) means you happened to do well on some testing. Nothing more, nothing less.
If you are interested, then by all means come to a local meeting. They are an interesting mix, all across the spectrum. Also friends and spouses who don’t happen to be members are also welcome.
Yup. Mensa seem to be ordinary and diverse people
who happen to score high on a certain type of test.
It’s impressive to me.
Mensa is a fine gathering place for the brilliant to share - just as we all enjoy our places of interest shared with others.
There is nothing superior about having a ‘superior’ intellect - it does not reflect one’s character, integrity, sense of fair play, honesty, and all those other challenges we weigh during our adult lives.
To open the door and use the IQ number to define oneself is a sad game - it means so little in terms of who you really are.
Ever tried to fold (or refold a County Map?). In one of my first jobs in the U.S. working for a county, and was requested by my boss to reorder a certain number of reprints of the current county map.
The form was provided and I filled in the number, taking it to the Supply/Stores department. I noticed also the printing and folding were to be accomplished at the local
Retarded Citizens Group workshop - and by the time I had walked into the Supply department I was feeling like a trick was being played on the newbie.
I decided to stay on the side of innocent and handed in the form - which was checked and the form moved along.
A week later I was told the maps were back printed and folded and they would be delivering them to the office where I was located. (I am by now thinking - here comes the joyous jolt for the new kid).....
Instead about five neatly labelled boxes were placed at the door and when I opened one box those maps were folded with a slick sharp edge on the folds you could cut a finger. Everyone box had the same revelation.
My boss laughed and told me that group was the only one in town who could be trusted to do the best job, and had never missed up on folding or map count - and they were relatively inexpensive.
Better still - he told me to visit the workshop some day and have a look at all the commercial stuff they have learned to put out - perfectly.
No - it’s never the IQ - it’s what you do with it that counts.