There was imaginably a time when everyone did everything
themselves. Of course – excusing us for not doing everything ourselves – there were, in that imagined
era, considerably fewer things to do.
Back then, the imaginable counting system only went up to 4, the letters
advancing truncatedly to “i”, capital
“i”, a veritable glimmer on the alphabetical horizon.
I am going to jump ahead so I don’t finish before I am
finished. You get the idea, though. Once there was a time when there were eleven
things to do and everyone did all eleven of them themselves, longing for a previous
“idyllic” period when there were only seven
things to do, the current epoch burdening them with a greater than fifty
percent increase in their onerous responsibilities.
“Oh, for the days of doing just seven things myself.”
What subsequently happened was that, over the passage of time,
there eventually became too many
things for one person to do, at least capably, themselves. People have “gifts”, after all, and no one
can satisfactorily do everything, especially
when “everything” goes beyond a specific number, possibly, twenty-seven things
necessary for you to do yourself. Pile
on a twenty-eighth specialized obligation,
and the entire “I can do everything” world crashes thunderously to the ground,
“twenty-seven”, in this apocryphal example, being the prohibitive cut-off
point.
Practical Solution:
Say hello to the “Barter System.”
Which worked, in case you have forgotten, or even if you
haven’t, like this:
The person who makes exquisite sandals may have an
inordinate difficulty successfully downing woolly mammoths. With the arrival of the “Barter System”, the
successful woolly mammoth downer would then trade a downed woolly mammoth for an
attractive pair of sandals, or if it were a particularly large woolly mammoth, a negotiated number of pairs of sandals, dickering for, possibly, a pair of
black leather “Oxfords” for weddings, to seal the bargain.
Bullet-training right along…
Division of labor led inevitably to specialization, which led
inevitably to expertise – the more you did something, the more expert you
became at it, especially compared to people who didn’t do it at all and when
they used to they stunk at it.
Everybody was happy. People
no longer had to do everything themselves.
As if they could have, there now
being hundreds of things to do, making the person complaining of doing eleven things himself sound,
retrospectively, like a monumental whiner.
Quickly, before this gets too optimistic and therefore
uncharacteristic of this blog…
The Observable “Down Side” of Expertise.
In a word, “snootiness”.
In two words, “Supercilious snootiness.”
“Don’t tell me how
make sandals, you know-nothing mammoth downer!”
(Completing the conversation, rather than accentuating the
example….
“Well don’t tell me how to down woolly mammoths!”
“I didn’t.”
“Oh, well shut up,
then.”)
You get the point though, right? The incendiary standoff – the expert’s “Don’t
tell me how to do what I’m an expert
at!” versus the non-expert’s “How dare you tell me to butt out!”
But that’s not my
primary problem with expertise, though I am no fan of “Shut up and listen to
your ‘betters.’” Using an example which
is of interest to me but I did not know how to talk about it because it’s
boring but, since it applies in this context it is hopefully less so my primary
concern with expertise is
Inevitable “Tunnel Vision.”
And here my boring although hopefully less so because it
applies in this context example comes appropriately into play.
Considering the future positioning of the country in the
global economy, Bill Clinton championed NAFTA and Barack Obama championed the
Trans-Pacific Partnership, without, apparently, sufficient consideration for
the negative consequences of this policy for the American worker.
Bernie Sanders, on the other hand, focusing exclusively on
the negative consequences of this policy for the American worker, attacks NAFTA
and the Trans-Pacific Partnership, seemingly ignoring the future positioning of
the country in a global economy.
I am sure that all three of these guys are not idiots and that
none of them would deliberately sabotage our country. I am also sure both sides have accredited experts,
providing factual legitimacy for the respective positions. I can imagine debate-style “errors of
omission” that are included – if it possible to “include” omissions – in both
of the arguments. But understanding the
“experts” conventional M.O., they had their eyes so single-mindedly on the ball,
they missed, or at least strategically downplayed, the serious consequences
involving the other ball.
Experts are unquestionably indispensible – when
I need heart surgery, only a heart surgeon will do. But experts are vulnerable to criticism for their arrogant condescension. (Earning the pejorative “Know-it-all Elites.”) Also, the very nature of targeted expertise makes them less sensitive to collateral consequences. (Earning the pejorative, “Capitalist swine!”)
I need heart surgery, only a heart surgeon will do. But experts are vulnerable to criticism for their arrogant condescension. (Earning the pejorative “Know-it-all Elites.”) Also, the very nature of targeted expertise makes them less sensitive to collateral consequences. (Earning the pejorative, “Capitalist swine!”)
It seems to me some leavening humility might be in order,
accommodating the “common sense” intuition of the ordinary person, and
considering the worrisome “fallout” of their “solution-directed” expertise.
I am, however, no expert in this matter.
So I could easily be wrong.
Still, Dr. Strangelove.
Wasn’t that guy an
expert?
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