Vault Dweller said:
First of all, we all know that Americans are stupid
, second, I thought that British education was one of the best, so naturally I was shocked and surprised when one of the sons of Britain couldn't handle a lousy manual.
Your comments remind me of a 3d-card forum post I responded to awhile back, partly because the post was so inane and partly because I could certainly understand why no one else had bothered to respond to it, and partly because I felt sorry for the guy and wanted to explain to him why no one was interested in "assisting" him.
I'll paraphrase his post from memory:
"Hello all. I've just downloaded the newest set of drivers from company X," (substitute your favorite 3d-card IHV here--it doesn't matter which) "and I'm having trouble installing them properly. I wonder if someone would be kind enough to take his time and write down the proper installation instructions and help me out. Thanks."
Seeing that the set of drivers he'd just downloaded contained their own internal and detailed installation instructions (ok, drivers were for an ATi Radeon ), instructions which presented themselves during the actual installation by default, I felt compelled to to point this out to him, to further explain that since this was so he didn't need to trouble anyone else as he could simply read them himself, and to suggest that this was probably why no one else had bothered to respond to his query. I had expected him to respond with something cute like, "That's great but I can't read," or "Thanks much, but you see, I'm blind." He didn't answer that way, I was pleased to see, but his paraphrased response was: "I certainly appreciate your suggestion, but my problem is that the installation instructions are too complex for me to understand and I need them simplified." I could not see any point to further dialogue at this point since it was likely anything I said would only confuse him further...
I agree with you that lack of common sense is an international malady not restricted to any particular set of national borders, but in cases like these I can't help but think the root of the problem is cultural. As I recall from dim memories of learning how to read in the first grade, if I came to class unprepared for the reading lesson an exchange like this would inevitably follow:
Teacher: "Walt, read to me page one of your last night's homework assignment, 'See Spot Run.'"
Walt: (Looking down at the page in abject misery, trying to glean something useful from the colorful illustrations--in vain--silence.)
Teacher: "Walt?"
Walt: "Yes ma'am?"
Teacher: "Did you do your homework last night, Walt?"
Walt: "Er, yes, ma'am--I mean, no ma'm, I guess I didn't."
Teacher: (In front of entire class) "OK, Walt, you get an F for today's lesson, and I'm giving you a note I want you to take home for your parents to sign which you have to bring back tomorrow. Do you think you can handle that, Walt, or do I need to call your folks to check on you?"
Walt: (Red-faced and mightily embarrassed speaks in a faint but clear voice) "No ma'am, that won't be a problem and you don't need to do that."
Needless to say, Walt made more of an effort to apply himself from then on.
I imagine that in the last ten or twenty years, however, things have changed, and if I had been born much later, a similar first-grade exchange might have gone like this:
Teacher: "Walt, read to me page one of your last night's homework assignment, 'See Spot Run.'"
Walt: (No books, paper, or anything else on his desk, glances up at the teacher in obvious irritation at having his daydream interrupted) "Huh? What do *you* want?"
Teacher: "Walt, it's plain to see you not only didn't do your homework assignment, but you left your books at home today, again. How does that make you feel, Walt?"
Walt: (Looking at the teacher as if she has gone insane) "Huh? What do you mean, 'how does that make me feel?' What kind of nutty question is that, you bi-atch?" (Walt mouths "you bi-atch" with sadistic relish, knowing she will do nothing, as usual.)
Teacher: "Now, now, Walt. Are we feeling a bit angry today, a bit hostile? Is that it? I understand, really I do, so there's nothing to be ashamed of. Sometimes we feel like doing our assignments and sometimes we don't, isn't that right? It's all about getting in touch with the 'inner self', isn't it?"
Walt: (Stares petulantly at his teacher, Mrs. Barchinsplatt, saying nothing, and then slowly raises his hand and with a dramatic flourish gives her "the finger" with gusto)
Teacher: "Sigh-gh-h-h-h... Oh, Walt. I'm so sorry for upsetting you, really I am, and I apologize for your being angry today. As you know, your parents have made arrangement with the school nurse to dispense Ridlin for your, uh, "difficult periods," so I want you to go down and see the nurse and she'll give you what you need. If she's out of that just tell her to give you the Prozac, instead, 'kay? You know the drill, you naughtly little boy! *chuckle*"
Walt: (A strange gleam lights up in his eyes and a pleased smile creases his snotty little face)
"Yea! Gimme! I want it NOW!" Walt exclaims and runs out of the room, while Mrs. Barchinsplatt and the rest of Walt's classmates laugh pleasantly as he slams the door behind him, thinking what a silly, but terribly cute and sensitive young man, young Walt can be at times. So ends this tale of youthful exuberance.
*shudder* Just thinking about what might have been gives me cold chills, and makes me glad I'm as old as I am. Whew...