Self-Deprecator In Chief

When someone finds out I work for Psychology Today, they always react the same way. “Oh really?” they say. “Are you a psychologist?” This response is so reliable that my colleague Carlin Flora warned me about it my first day on the job.

“Ha ha, no!” I usually reply. “I’m not nearly that well educated. I’m just a journalist.” We at the magazine are not academics; many of us have undergraduate degrees in psychology, but for the most part we’re trained as writers and editors. “It’s like how you don’t have to be a chef to be a food writer,” I’ll sometimes add. “We interview experts when we’re reporting articles, but we’re not academic researchers ourselves.”

The other thing that happens is that people label you a psychology expert and probably give you more credit than you deserve. It’s like what Conan O’Brien says about how people pigeonhole him after they find out he went to Harvard:

You’re in for a lifetime of “And you went to Harvard?” Accidentally give the wrong amount of change in a transaction and it’s “And you went to Harvard?” Ask the guy at the hardware store how these jumper cables work and hear, “And you went to Harvard?” Forget just once that your underwear goes inside your pants and it’s, “And you went to Harvard.” Get your head stuck in your niece’s dollhouse because you wanted to see what it was like to be a giant and it’s “Uncle Conan, you went to Harvard?” (text/video)

There’s something about the word “psychology” that changes the way people perceive you. My colleague Matt Hutson has written about how people are more likely to believe an explanation that mentions neurology. Maybe something similar happens when I drop the P-bomb.

When people find out I work for Psychology Today, they become hyper-attuned to the faintest trace of psychological insight in anything I say. This happens, for instance, whenever I give someone dating advice they find remotely helpful, even if the advice I provide is the most bargain-basement form of common sense. “Aha, you see!” they’ll say. “That’s why you work for Psychology Today!”

It doesn’t quite make sense. My dating advice is no better or worse than it ever was—and is probably far worse than average. But for some reason people feel an exaggerated need to connect my observational perspective to my job title. It’s funny how people attribute personality elements to you based on your job, even if those things were there all along.

Here’s another example. I recently caught up with Kien Dang, a friend from high school whom I hadn’t seen since graduation. He’d Facebooked me out of the blue, asking me how I was doing and saying he’d heard I’d left Canada and was living in New York. He’s now a psychiatrist, working at a hospital in Toronto with organ transplant donors and recipients. So when I was home in Ottawa over the winter holidays, Kien and I had dinner, along with our friend Sujatha Jahagirdar, another friend from high school who’s now an environmental organizer in California. As we talked about our lives, we marveled at how different we were from the people we used to be.

“Look at you, Kien,” said Sujatha. “I mean, you’re a psychiatrist working in a hospital! Think about how far you’ve come. You got your medical degree, you specialized, you’ve developed all these people skills!”

“No, no,” said Kien. “My people skills are probably not nearly as good as you’d think.”

“Well that’s a case in point,” I said. “Self-deprecation is itself a people skill.” And it’s true. The smartest people I know are also the most humble, making others comfortable by downplaying their abilities.

They both turned to me. “Good pickup,” said Kien. “You got me!”

“See!” said Sujatha. “That’s why you work for Psychology Today!”

This post originally appeared on Brainstorm, at Psychology Today Blogs.

Posted: March 17th, 2008 under Uncategorized.
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I’m not sure how I first became interested in accents. The obvious suspect upon whom to pin the blame would be my father, an immigrant from India who speaks with what you might call a subtle foreign accent. Growing up, when my brother and I needed to do an impression of him, it wound up coming out like Apu from the Simpsons. But in reality his accent is an elegant mix of the Bhopal of his youth, the Delhi of his teen years, the Chicago of his doctoral days, the Canada of my childhood, and the France where he spent years working at CERN—and the combination is, I promise you, utterly inimitable.

More likely my interest started when, as a high school geek, I began incessantly reciting my favorite lines from Monty Python. “Course sah! It’s a cheese shop, sah!” “She turned me into a newt! … I got better.” “Help, help, I’m being repressed!” Of course, reciting these without the proper accent would be even more pointless than it already is. I’m convinced my precocious interest in other forms of British humor (Blackadder, Yes Prime Minister, Fawlty Towers) derived at least from the bottomless font of memorizable dialogue they provided me. One might even attribute my love of Shakespeare to the same factor. Peter Sellers was a revelation, not just his Inspector Clouseau (”Do you have a rhyum?”) but also the proto-Apu Indian actor he plays in The Party (”Birdie nam nam!”).

Indeed, such was my enthusiasm for accents that I went so far as to order an audiobook called Accent Monologues for Actors, which I practiced out loud, and I acquired the habit of repeating the lines spoken by characters on TV to try to simulate their accents. In my prime, I could do different kinds of German (the barking Nazi stormtrooper vs. the refined watchmaker), English (Oxbridge vs. Cockney vs. Liverpool), and many Indian relatives (with varying levels of Western education in their voices). Thus began a lifetime of constant and annoying recitation of accented lines.

Peter Sellers does various British accents.

This vocal mimicry continued through the Captain Picard years (”Engage!”), through the Schwarzenegger years (”Honey, let’s do it!” “Do what?” “Move to Mars!”), the Apu years (”If I don’t make it, promise you won’t sleep with my wife.” “I promise nothing!”), the Gandhi years (”Then they will have my dead body… not my obedience!”) the Clinton years, “Ah did not have sexual relations with that woman, Miss Lewinsky“) and through to the present day, with (poor) impressions of Ali G and Borat.

Some people are better mimics than others. In Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves, Kevin Costner’s attempt at an English accent was reportedly so atrocious—even after months of accent training from a dialect coach—that he had to overdub the entire movie minus the accent.

But why are people who mangle the language so funny? It may be that the ear expects to hear language spoken a certain way—and the subversion of those expectations creates the surprise necessary for humor. This works not just on the ear but also on the eye. There’s a time-honored tradition of funny accents in literature, the most salient recent example of which is Alexander, the Borat-esque narrator in Everything Is Illuminated.

I’m also fascinated by accent modification, when a person deliberately sheds (or rather more rarely, acquires) an accent different from the dominant one in the place they live. A friend of mine has two uncles who immigrated from Russia at the same time, but one speaks in an eerily flawless American drawl, and the other retains a heavy St. Petersberg brogue. In Arnold Schwarzenegger’s first movie, Hercules Goes Bananas, his garbled English was so incomprehensible that it had to be dubbed over by another actor. (He’s credited as Arnold Strong.) Of course, his accent has now attained iconic status, and is part of the charm of his absurd one-liners.

Accent is a central part of impression management—the way we present ourselves to others—and it has real and measurable effects. There’s a reason newscasters all talk the same way: They’re trained to shed their regionalisms. Accents influence our perceptions of another person’s class, intelligence, friendliness—even their credibility on the witness stand. We’re all familiar with the stereotypes about various accents: British accents are perceived as intelligent and charming, and Southern accents are perceived as dumb. Or is it that British accents are perceived as snobby and Southern accents are perceived as folksy and friendly? It depends on your bias. But I know a British guy who attracted no women when he lived in his native London, but dates more than he can comfortably handle now that he wields the vocal cachet of an Englishman in New York.

The other arena in which accents are highly visible, of course, is politics. At Ivy League colleges, you can tell who’s planning on running for public office because they’re the ones who keep their regional accents while everyone else converges on a generic “educated” accent. Politicians such as Bill Clinton and Mike Huckabee are perceived as folksy—not hoity-toity, able to relate to the people—partly due to their Southern accents. Pundits have wondered whether foreign accents have hampered the political viability of Arnold Schwarzenegger, Teresa Heinz Kerry, and Arianna Huffington. Meanwhile, Barack Obama and Hillary Clinton have both been accused of changing their accent to pander to Southern audiences.

Far be it for me to judge, though. Born and raised in Ottawa, I’ve spoken most of my life with a Canadian accent, peppering my speech liberally with “eh” and “right on!” But in college, I got tired of people making fun of my “oots” and “aboots,” of their grabbing my arm mid-sentence and saying, “Wait a minute, are you from Canada?” So I stopped using the phrases that stopped people in their tracks, and gradually, my speech lost all traces of my Canadian roots. As hard as it is to admit, I guess I was just tired of being perceived as different. My metamorphosis is immortalized in an article in the Yale Daily News about students who allowed their accents to fade. “I’m trying to see if I can pass as American,” I’m quoted as saying. “If Peter Jennings can do it, I can do it.”

But that doesn’t stop me from invoking a classic accent when the mood strikes.

Russell Peters on accents.

This post originally appeared on Brainstorm, at Psychology Today Blogs.

Posted: March 3rd, 2008 under Uncategorized.
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