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@TimeWarpWife, that's a great comment!
@tonyb, I 'liked' your comment when I woke up and read it today. Now that I've caught up on today's news, I wish that I could 'like' it again!
My father has a working class chip on his shoulder that makes him look like he fell out of a Monty Python sketch. So on the day I got my Ph.D he couldn't even congratulate me, he just smugly reminded me of his MENSA IQ certificate hanging on his wall that he got by doing a five minute test on the internet. Never wanted to slap a mans face so hard in my life.
My dad just got out of high school - he claimed - we never found a diploma or other evidence that he made it that far. He was a successful small businessman (and professional gambler [probably bookie as well] - he had a full life), but unquestionably had a passive dislike (insecurity?) toward those who had college or further-advanced degrees.
"Educated idiots" was one of his favorite terms to refer to those who had gone to college but he thought were stupid. He regular said he was proud of his "degree from the school of hard knocks."
To be fair, he never discourage me from going to college and, even, encouraged it as he said it was a necessary thing for many fields "today." But that was the point, to him it was not about becoming educated, expanding your mind, learning new disciplines, being exposed to a wider field of thought, different ideas, etc., it was a grudging acknowledgment that one needed "to get your ticket punched" to get into or advance in certain fields.
He made it clear before, during and after I had my degree that he did not see it as any great achievement (I agree with this - getting a degree from a state university hardly put me in some small pool of people) or any reason to be proud (I've never been smug or thought myself special for doing what over ten thousand at just my school alone did each year).
He's been dead now over 25 years and with a lot less emotion to it, I understand that he felt insecure to have a son go to college when he didn't - he'd shoot me if I ever said that to or about him, but I think that was true. He - as noted - did want me to go, but it was in a dismissive way about the entire experience - which I get from his perspective.
Last thought: my college experience was outstanding as I went college to learn and availed myself of all the resources there to do so. In college, I did expand my mind, gained exposure to disciplines and fields of study I didn't even know existed and learned ways to approach problems and new information that has helped me my entire life. I am grateful to have had that opportunity as it worked for me. Some people went, partied and, IMHO, got very little out of it - their choice as it was their dime. Other people I've known in my life never went to college and educated themselves way beyond my level of formal education and that of many college graduates. College is a resource - it helps some (me), doesn't work for others (40% or more drop out and many more graduate by coasting) and many educate themselves in other ways. And, IMHO, none of this is about intelligence or IQ or whatever one wants to call "it" as, IMHO, intelligence is different from education and is not binary, reducible to a number or easy to define.
The example of Dr. Marston is a good example of how what went on behind closed doors in the Era is very much at odds with the stereotype too many people have of the period. Here's a rather prominent fellow in the popular-science world -- he invented the polygraph, he wrote a great many magazine articles on pop-psychology topics for mainstream magazines -- living in a menage-a-trois with his wife and mistress and enjoying a rampaging bondage fetish, which he manages to make a fundamental element in a comic-book character marketed primarily to children. In 1942, yet.
His arrangement and his inclinations were not widely publicized, but they were known to his close associates -- his editors at DC were constantly after him to tone down the whips and chains in "Wonder Woman" -- and yet he continued to go right on about his business for as long as he lived. He was happy, his wife and his mistress and children seemed to be happy, and there you go. Family values.
We personal-freedom-loving libertarians have not one issue with Dr. Martin and his wife and mistress as long as it was all consensual (which it very much sounds like it was). And heck, he created an enduring superhero.