Hey folks,
Long time skeptic, first time poster.
(OK, quick skeptic bio: I've been keeping up with Randi for nearly 30 [!!] years; have known about things like the Skeptics Society for some time but never got around to really getting involved until fairly recently; attended TAM2 and had a dandy time, especially when I got to share the stage with Julia Sweeney during Banachek's performance.)
Anyway, the thing that has compelled me to delurk and make this first post is an incident that happened last night. My wife and I were over at a friend's house for dinner along with two other couples who we had not met before. The first ten minutes or so were filled with standard dinner chat, until Liz drastically changed the subject and went off in a whole new direction.
[ Disclaimer. Her name wasn't Liz, but I'll be damned if I can remember what it really is. I am absolutely horrible at remembering names until I've met someone about 10 times. But she kind of looks like a Liz I used to know so I'll use that. And for kicks let's call her husband Xavier.]
Liz was going nonstop with a meandering discussion of energy fields, touch therepy, homeopathy and all those lovely things. All that I probably could have tuned out, but it became harder to ignore when she launched into the inevitable attack on *science* and how it is closed to these very real things that people have known about for thousands of years. And by the way, I put the asterisks around *science* to denote that snear that crossed her face whenever she said the word.
It was though Why People Believe Weird Things had been turned into a play and I was in the front row of the opening night show. But still, I was wrestling with that decision about whether to get on stage and attempt to interject a bit of reason into the performance, or just continue to be the polite dinner guest and hope that the conversation turns back to Janet Jackson's breast.
But then she went a bit too far for me. She got into the topic of mystic healers and the amazing way they can just reach right into your body and extract the very thing that is making you ill. At this point I had no choice but to gently point out that this is an old magicians trick and that no healer has ever been proven to be authentic. That's when Xavier finally piped up and said "That's just a rumor! The healers are real!"
It turns out that Xavier knows someone who actually went to a healer and had a lump of bloody tissue extracted from her knee. And that, my friends is all the proof he needed. I asked if her knee problems had been documented by x-rays or MRI before and after the "surgery" and he said that "oh, I'm sure they were." In other words, no. I asked if the patient kept the tissue that was removed, and well, no, she didn't. When I pointed out that a very simple tissue test to verify that the mass actually belonged to the person would go a long way towards validating these claims, Liz began speaking to me like I was a six-year-old child saying things like "I respect your skeptical viewpoint, but..."
I thought I would try one final thing. I said, "OK, which is the more likely scenario: That someone is simply duplicating a trick that many magicians do in their acts, or that someone actually has the power to open a person's body, remove tissue, and heal the incision area?" When Xavier said that the latter was the more likely scenario, I knew I was up against a brick wall.
Oh, who am I kidding. I knew I was up against a brick wall the moment I opened my mouth but I really wanted the practice. Everything turned out OK... I found some way to segue into a new topic and we resumed our polite dinner banter.
So here's the question -- what is your personal breaking point? When do you feel compelled to step in and say "uh, wait a minute..."? How many people would pay $39.95/month to have Randi on retainer, at-the-ready to answer the phone and take on your side in a conversation?
Long time skeptic, first time poster.
(OK, quick skeptic bio: I've been keeping up with Randi for nearly 30 [!!] years; have known about things like the Skeptics Society for some time but never got around to really getting involved until fairly recently; attended TAM2 and had a dandy time, especially when I got to share the stage with Julia Sweeney during Banachek's performance.)
Anyway, the thing that has compelled me to delurk and make this first post is an incident that happened last night. My wife and I were over at a friend's house for dinner along with two other couples who we had not met before. The first ten minutes or so were filled with standard dinner chat, until Liz drastically changed the subject and went off in a whole new direction.
[ Disclaimer. Her name wasn't Liz, but I'll be damned if I can remember what it really is. I am absolutely horrible at remembering names until I've met someone about 10 times. But she kind of looks like a Liz I used to know so I'll use that. And for kicks let's call her husband Xavier.]
Liz was going nonstop with a meandering discussion of energy fields, touch therepy, homeopathy and all those lovely things. All that I probably could have tuned out, but it became harder to ignore when she launched into the inevitable attack on *science* and how it is closed to these very real things that people have known about for thousands of years. And by the way, I put the asterisks around *science* to denote that snear that crossed her face whenever she said the word.
It was though Why People Believe Weird Things had been turned into a play and I was in the front row of the opening night show. But still, I was wrestling with that decision about whether to get on stage and attempt to interject a bit of reason into the performance, or just continue to be the polite dinner guest and hope that the conversation turns back to Janet Jackson's breast.
But then she went a bit too far for me. She got into the topic of mystic healers and the amazing way they can just reach right into your body and extract the very thing that is making you ill. At this point I had no choice but to gently point out that this is an old magicians trick and that no healer has ever been proven to be authentic. That's when Xavier finally piped up and said "That's just a rumor! The healers are real!"
It turns out that Xavier knows someone who actually went to a healer and had a lump of bloody tissue extracted from her knee. And that, my friends is all the proof he needed. I asked if her knee problems had been documented by x-rays or MRI before and after the "surgery" and he said that "oh, I'm sure they were." In other words, no. I asked if the patient kept the tissue that was removed, and well, no, she didn't. When I pointed out that a very simple tissue test to verify that the mass actually belonged to the person would go a long way towards validating these claims, Liz began speaking to me like I was a six-year-old child saying things like "I respect your skeptical viewpoint, but..."
I thought I would try one final thing. I said, "OK, which is the more likely scenario: That someone is simply duplicating a trick that many magicians do in their acts, or that someone actually has the power to open a person's body, remove tissue, and heal the incision area?" When Xavier said that the latter was the more likely scenario, I knew I was up against a brick wall.
Oh, who am I kidding. I knew I was up against a brick wall the moment I opened my mouth but I really wanted the practice. Everything turned out OK... I found some way to segue into a new topic and we resumed our polite dinner banter.
So here's the question -- what is your personal breaking point? When do you feel compelled to step in and say "uh, wait a minute..."? How many people would pay $39.95/month to have Randi on retainer, at-the-ready to answer the phone and take on your side in a conversation?