The central motivation for “self-display” (vanity), which is part of virtually all aspects of human striving as individuals, throws a different light on the role of ego. Freud cast the ego as a mediator between the superego, representing the inhibitions demanded by society, and the antisocial impulses of the (primate) id. Freud’s ego is motivated by the “reality principle” in negotiating socially appropriate compromises between these two psychic structures. Freud’s concept of ego resembles what philosopher Gilbert Ryle termed the “ghost in the machine” (1949), referring to the widespread mistaken assumption that there is a little person or “homunculus” in our minds, in this case fending off the superego and id. Freud envisioned the ego as a sort of rational (and purely defensive) diplomat—a guy with no emotional oomph of his own! Freud’s ego is an enlightened cultural construct negotiating with the ominous biological motivations of our heritage in order to “sublimate” them into socially appropriate behavior.
I submit that the human ego is not just a Freudian mediator, but emerged in Homo sapiens with its own agenda, not just the limited forms of sexual display seen in birds (see above), but a vastly expanded motivation to display to many others in many different ways the special status of you, the individual. This definition is more akin to a scaled-down version of what is meant by saying that someone has a “big ego.” Step back and consider how very human it is for everyone to “dress up” what one knows to be the bare-bones reality of oneself by adding a few harmless “stretchers” to the truth—a little psychological makeup and a shoeshine—in order to enhance one’s appearance to others.
An example of pure ego is the popular concept of bullshit (BS). Philosopher Harry Frankfurt, in his NYT bestselling essay On Bullshit (2005), claims that the liar cares more about the truth in an effort to deceive than the BSer. However, although not caring about truth, the BS artist is a live performer, who requires a sensitivity to the variable tensile strength (stretchability) of truth (particularly about one’s fallen self) with each and every audience. The BSer’s lyre is the mimed tone of authority, orchestrated deep within the pharynx. The authentic tone of authority has long been naturally selected to be associated with truth, beauty & good—and, in addition, to be extremely difficult to imitate.
Alas, what many (not all) inveterate BSers do not realize is that we Homo sapiens also possess elaborate, naturally selected BS-detection capacities. The crucial gradient to be assessed is between the relative sources of this alleged authority: BS emanates from and serves the welfare an individual, whereas authentic authority emanates from and serves the welfare of a group, even if the group is only a group of two.
On a lighter note, we also have developed taste for artful BSers, who can be hilarious when they know we know they’re BSing us.
All kidding aside, the single aspect about being a physician that I have cherished most is that a doctor’s office is a sanctuary from the tempestuous ocean of……………….
COMING NEXT WEEK: SOME LATE-BREAKING HARD SCIENCE ON BS
2 Comments on “Homo sapiens-bullshiticus”
What a fantastic journey through the most thought provoking and creative analysis of human development and the human mind. What does understanding the role of the group do to understanding behavior? How do we see the mind and the spirit now?
I am blown away by the intellectual achievement this work displays. I love the humor and beautiful visual content that ease the intensity of thinking about the many theories and questions that arise. Dr. wylie shows us evidence he has exposed for us to use in understanding where Homo Sapiens has come from and where he is now.
The role of groups, dominance and submission and the two egos, for example, are part of the thoughtful work that places Dr. Wylie alongside Darwin, Freud, E.O. Wilson, and Carl Jung; men whose work allows the rest of us to think about human behavior, the human mind, and the human spirit.
I am humbled, speechless, actually moved to tears, at such a generous comment. The life of the dedicated blogster is a lonely one, content to producing weekly posts to an imaginary audience. So please accept the sincerity of my gratitude for the not-inconsiderable effort of deciphering my arcane trains of thought.
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