True Story about Communications majors. I know a wrestler. He was a top tier wrestler at a Division I school which takes it’s sports seriously. That means he spent a lot of time training and competing.
Too much wrestling, drinking, bar brawling, and chasing women had him flunking his PolySci major. This is what happens when you are a smart guy, but you never do *anything* but wrestle and have fun, which is all my buddy did (God bless him – great guy).
While training with another buddy, I was apprised of this state of affairs, and told our wrestler friend had just had to change majors to Communications, to be able to keep wrestling and not flunk out. I instinctively furrowed my brow and squinted, thinking to myself, “Communications? How the hell can communicating be a major? It’s like majoring in breathing, or swallowing beer. It must be something just for their top-level athletes.”
I had never even heard of Communications. My friend saw my expression and immediately blurted out with authority that, “Everybody has to communicate!”
It popped out of his mouth so reflexively and authoritatively, I immediately saw a chain of events in my head. My wrestler friend was in the chair, in front of his course counselor, who was telling him he was flunking PolySci, and had to change majors to Communications, which would be a breeze, even with his training and competing. My wrestler friend was perplexed, thinking to himself, “There is a major in communicating?,” and his confusion probably showed.
The counselor, having seen this before, smartly said, “Everybody has to communicate!” to which my wrestler friend thought, “Yeah… Everybody does have to communicate! It’s good for me and my career! Sign me up!”
Then I flashed back and saw my other buddy, his brow furrowed on hearing of the major change, at which point my wrestler friend blurts out “Everybody has to communicate!” and my buddy thinks, “Well, yeah I guess they do…”
Then I saw myself, my brow furrowed, and my buddy blurting out “Everybody has to communicate!” and me thinking, “Really? Communications? What sort of a bullshit major is that?”
The point being, my friend’s brother was a Div I wrestler with a veritable harem of girlfriends, he never went to class, he was actually banned from most bars in his college town for drunken fighting (They all had his name on a “banned list” (of mostly wrestlers) at the front door), and he was viewed as likely to win the nationals – all while pulling passing grades as a communications major.
I really think that little anecdote makes a credible case for why Republicans would probably be better off having a cognitive neuroscientist crafting their political strategy, than the hordes of Communications morons who are presently in charge.
Food for thought as we go “Forward!”
