I continue without success to rationalize regret, but from the perspective of biological and cultural evolution, I conclude we’ll just have to live with it. Yet, some people claim to get on without regret (Piaf, Hess). Do we dare do the same?
Could you tell by looking at his face that Arnold Schwarzenegger had been unfaithful? What about David Beckham? Deceit isn't always sexually motivated: James Murdoch is now accused of misremembering e-mail exchanges in the ongoing phone-hacking scandal.
For several years now, students in my Introduction to Ethics class have been unwitting participants in a moral experiment. After some six years the results are in. But I do not know how to interpret the results.
Capitalism must reform itself writes Dominic Barton, the global managing director of McKinsey & Company. He’s not talking about oversight or imposing regulation. He’s talking about fundamental differences in how it is actually working, changes for the “long term.”
Monolinguals rarely have to worry that their interlocutor is not speaking the right language. But this can happen to bilinguals who find themselves in a situation where a non optimal language is being used by another bilingual. This may cause puzzlement and even distress.
Some people advise that when asked about your weaknesses in a job interview, you should stick to talking about your strengths (e.g. "I'm a perfectionist"). If you're dealing with an experienced interviewer, this is a Very Bad Idea. Why?
Can you pick a movie with confidence that you'll enjoy it? Despite the hype, despite the critics? Yes. You can use the popularity ratings from online sites and, if you make some statistical assumptions, you can be 70% sure that you'll enjoy the movie you're considering.
Some things seem innately healthful and good, even though they can kill you. Others seem inherently dangerous and unwholesome, even though they actually improve our quality of life. How do our subconscious minds decide what's good for us, and why do they lead us astray?
Running into someone last week whom I hadn't seen in decades, I wondered: Why is it that my only memory of anything specific that she ever said or did is so embarrassing that, meeting her again after all these years, I blurted "I remember -- " but could not go on? What does she remember of me?