Mensa has gotten quite a bad rap lately, particularly through a negative podcast by Jamie Loftus called My Year In Mensa, in which Mensans are portrayed as right-wing extremists, and even dangerous individuals who threaten fellow members. This week, an article appeared on the New York Magazine website from someone who said some positive things, but still emphasized fringe ideas held by a few, as if they were in the majority.
Critics of Mensa in the media always seem to use the same strategy. They show interest in the organization, feigning objectivity as they attend Mensa events, or even take a Mensa test. Then they concentrate on the worst people they meet in Mensa, emphasize the things they say and do, and conclude that Mensa isn’t worth joining. The critics are also fond of pointing out that the founders of the organization believed in eugenics, even though the founders are long gone and have nothing to do with modern-day Mensa, which holds no political or religious views. If you’re going to hold its founders’ views against Mensa, then, by that logic, you can’t drive a Volkswagen, either.
Mensa just can’t catch a break.
Sure, there are assholes in Mensa, but I have also met a lot of great people through the organization who I am glad to call my friends. Mensa has been a big part of the story of my life for over 20 years, and I can say that it has changed my life for the better.
I joined Mensa in 1993 after submitting my GRE scores (which got me into Mensa, but not into grad school, but that’s a whole other blog entry), but my job took me on the road for months at a time, so I could not become very involved with the organization. This changed in 2000 when I left that job to continue my education.
Around that time, I got a computer for Christmas, and, of course, soon discovered online dating. My first online date was a disaster. My date spent 20 minutes telling me repeatedly that she “used to be a raver” (I’m still trying to figure out what in the hell she meant by that), shot down every attempt I made at conversation, then threw her business card at me and stormed out of the restaurant. Was this some kind of strange courtship ritual that I didn’t know about?
I now find this incident amusing (if only because of the idea that I was actually interested in someone whose chief life experience involved hanging out in clubs with a pacifier in her mouth), but, at the time, I was worried. Was this what the dating scene was all about? Was this all I had to look forward to?
No sooner had I considered joining the priesthood (which would be kind of weird considering I’m not Catholic) than I went to my first Mensa Regional Gathering. I met a woman there, and we were in a relationship within weeks. That relationship lasted two years. The week that we broke up, I met my wife, Jamie, online, on a Mensa Yahoo! Group. Aug. 30 will mark the 20th anniversary of our meeting in person at the Pittsburgh Mensa RG. We would be married at a Mensa event three years later.
I have a lot of great memories from my years in Mensa, and I can’t imagine what my life would have been like had I listened to the naysayers. I would probably be dodging business cards on a regular basis.
