He's just confused because he can't figure out how to sniff their asses.
:-)
I tried with beer and failed miserably.
Someone has way too much time on their hands.
Never heard of this test before, but while I believe I likely would have waited to double my money, the test is biased against kids who like marshmallows.
I don’t like marshmallows, too sticky on my teeth in both “natural” and “creamy” versions.
Chocolate might be a better universal draw, but then again would it be milk chocolate, dark chocolate, or the new “ruby red” chocolate, the last of which I DON’T like.
Sounds like the new version is a better experiment and found a hole in the first one.
http://calteches.library.caltech.edu/51/2/CargoCult.htm
Feynman described this exact process of never accepting a “long accepted” baseline test, but instead duplicating it to look for flaws before going onto new conditions.
Yeah, there is also one other fly in the ointment when it comes to the Stanford Marshmallow test, and that is factors of trust in strangers and/or authority figures.
There are two ways to fail the test. The first is to immediately eat the marshmallow, and the second is to refuse to participate. Some kids won’t touch the first OR the second marshmallow.
Or do socio-economic outcomes depend on the ability to delay gratification?
Time preference is an evolutionaty adaptation. Not everyone has it.
I don’t like marshmallows...and I don’t want a 2nd one...would I fail the test ???
All these classic psychology tests are a bunch of bunk.
He, together with a sibling and hand wagon, would get pushed out of the house on an early, dark winter morning to travel a mile to the railroad tracks. They would then scrounge along the rails to find little lumps of discarded coal, load up the wagon, out-race the yard bulls, and head home with their prize.
With the coal deposited in the kitchen stove, morning breakfast for Grandfather and meager heat for the household was forthcoming.
The gist of this, and many other episodes of survival during the Depression, is that poverty is not the excuse the Leftists would have you believe. Sense of nuclear family, religion, and perseverance led this and other families to success in the long run, to achieve a piece of the American dream, and to see the offspring do better than the parents.
Perhaps the inability to delay gratification is the reason they are poorer.
He's just confused because he can't figure out how to sniff their asses.
Delayed gratification is future orientation, and future orientation has been decried by the left as inherently racist.Therefore, any such prior research and testing must be discredited. I suspect the devil in the details that is being glossed over resides in the “did no better” claim. Might want to break that one down, what comprises “did better” or “did no better?”
Are we talking full size marshmallows here, or the miniature ones that I like in my hot chocolate?
I’d be thinking of how I could S’more that sucker up!
This article is complete balderdash.
The authors are completely full of Shiite.
Delay of gratification usually does result in better outcomes...
Further, a child being poor can learn to put off fun, excessive purchases, etc while focusing on their bigger ideal, which will be reduced if you spend your pay check every pay day, and run out money before you run out of month.
I don’t like marshmallows.
Orwell said the same thing about the poor in The Road to Wigan Pier.
“Would it not be better if they spent more money on wholesome things like oranges and wholemeal bread or if they even, like the writer of the letter to the New Statesman, saved on fuel and ate their carrots raw? Yes, it would, but the point is that no ordinary human being is ever going to do such a thing. The ordinary human being would sooner starve than live on brown bread and raw carrots. And the peculiar evil is this, that the less money you have, the less inclined you feel to spend it on wholesome food. A millionaire may enjoy breakfasting off orange juice and Ryvita biscuits; an unemployed man doesn’t. Here the tendency of which I spoke at the end of the last chapter comes into play. When you are unemployed, which is to say when you are underfed, harassed, bored, and miserable, you don’t want to eat dull wholesome food. You want something a little bit ‘tasty’. There is always some cheaply pleasant thing to tempt you.”
A big Charleston Chew bar was screaming at me to take it home from the grocery store tonight but I refused. I must have big things in my future.