We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I enjoyed The Barrister's intro to Signalling Theory, especially the lengthy biology link. It's really all just about non-verbal communication, isn't it?
To what extent is my public presentation (hair, clothes, deportment, jewelry, etc.) designed to signal things about myself which I might want known, or to signal things about myself which might not be true?
And how much of conventionality and conformity is an effort to not signal anything personal? After all, there are many occasions in life when one's personal "stuff" is not welcome, wanted, or appreciated. And signaling one's conventionality is, in fact, signaling that one is clued in enough to know how to do that, when necessary.
At work in the office or at my Boston hospital, I tend towards Ann Taylor and Brooks Brothers business wear, with either simple jewelry, or none. If everything is "text," as the dopey lit profs say these days, what's my message?
I suspect that people get into the most trouble when they signal messages unwittingly.
Our Editor wonders what this young Theo lady in the photo might be signaling, above and beyond "Check me out, dude."
I'd say that exhibitionism is a signal that one occupies--for one reason or another (in her case it may well be pure healthy appreciation of her own beauty)--an extraordinary position on the behavioral spectrum.
IOW, I have nothing worth saying, but said it anyway.
* As You Like It 2/7 ...... William Shakespeare...
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts
I have had the good fortune to "act on many stages , in real life. That of a CIA clandestine operative, a Beverly Hills IBM marketing representaive, and a Wall Street firm(s) broker. Those were jobs. I, of course modified them in my own time with my own personality, void of the characters one must play in each of those roles.
In the CIA, (the 1970's) I was in my 20's and dressed a good deal as a semi-long haired college kid. Rarely did I ever done a suit.
In my IBM years (1980-83) of my early 30's in Beverly Hills I was 180 lbs of lithe Italian suited, tanned, Southern California ,Marina del Rey, Playa del Rey , Manhattan Beach, Lotus sports car driving free love guy. It was a nice roll to play.
My brokerage years were suits, rules and selling clients what benefited me the most. A most bitter role and one I hated but had been prepared to perform by virtue of the amoral training received in the CIA and in Beverly Hills/SoCal.
My signalling in my early years was purely Freudian. Capturing the eye of the prettiest girl and bedding her. Possessed of good looks, an athletic body and a fun-above- all personality I did much to confirm Freud.
But much as the first part of the qoute from "As you Like It" is used, far less of the ending is quoted.
Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything
With fewer years in front of me than I have eclipsed already I see this quote with a much greater wisdom than the first time I read it.
Life is like that ,but I'm glad I did the first part the way I did and I'm satisfied with where I am now.....I could not ask for more.