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  1. I don’t fully understand what the author of that article is trying to say. From the abstract of the study, all that they seem to be doing is identifying a unique area of the brain which is devoted to accessing information with which to judge our social interactions upon meeting somebody and comparing that to other primate status interactions. And sure, like attracts like – I’m sure that we’re all more comfortable with others whose life experiences are similar. How you perceive status wasn’t covered at all by the glib term of socioeconomic. And equally, I’m completely unsure of where my subconscious would peg my “status”. People are people to me, with a different set of skills, experiences and backgrounds. I’ve met powerful politicians, hereditary peers, university professors, world champion sportspeople, refuse collectors, farm labourers, factory workers, middle managers, retail magnates, self-made millionaires, homemakers, carers, itinerants. And they’re all human, they all have faults, foibles, great points and diverse talents. I don’t think to divide them up into status boxes. I’m part of the mainstream, I’m my own person, I don’t give much thought to status. I have an economic level which I’d shorthand to middle-class. I hope that I have politeness and an understanding of social mores. I actually have a dislike of pigeonholing people, although I acknowledge stereotypes as a way with which we make sense of first impressions (but hope that I add data rather than acting on stereotypes). And I’m curious that you’ve defined that you’re an outsider – does that pigeonhole you for your own mind?

    • Well, we can start with the family situation. While my parents were always cool and open and honest about the fact I’m from my mother’s first marriage and that I belong, my (step)paternal cousins were quick to disabuse me of this notion. My siblings would, of course, go along with this; peer pressure and whatnot, though I don’t hold it against them in the long run.We moved frequently – Livejournal tells the tale of that by the trail of schools. No matter how nice and polite and friendly I was, people made it very clear that I didn’t belong, and was only deserving of derision and abuse. Why? Beats the snot out of me. But if that’s what one gets their entire.freaking.life, better to accept the outsider status and leave the crazies to themselves. 😉

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