Okay, beats the heck out of me what IQ really is - or what “intelligence” is, for that matter. (Intelligence is what the military is suppose to have - but even if they have it, but no one believes it, how smart is that?) (Or if world leaders believe the wrong parts of it, for that matter?)
Can only suggest a couple things. I was taking an IQ test - just seemed like something I had to try - and part of the test was quickly figuring how many coins made up the right amount of change. I was having an off day, and I felt like I sucked at that part of the test - and I’m usually fairly good at numbers.
So the last part of the IQ test was listening to a story, and then answering questions about it. I figured that if I had any shot at this, I better listen up good. I did so, it seems. The story was about how the beginnings of Greek theater (that is, all theater) started with quasi-religious ceremonies involving a group of men standing around in a circle chanting, singing.
When the pressure was on, I was able to concentrate. I was able to not only remember what I heard, but answer questions about it, questions that took some thought. I remembered and - apparently - understood well enough. I can still remember, many years later, what that darned story was about. Sort of. Still haven’t found a way to work it into happy hour discussions.
IMHO: intelligence is several things, not easy to separate. It’s not definable, really, but there’s something to the idea, because we can somehow sort of tell people who have a lot of it from those who don’t. Memory is part of it, but video tape can remember a lot more than any of us, and magnetic tape isn’t held to be especially bright, so that apparently isn’t all of it.
It sure as fuck ain’t a virtue, nor any other reason for putting on airs. Some have it, some don’t. Don’t know why.
Finally, I’m intrigued by the idea that emotional intelligence is maybe a better predictor of success than other kinds of intelligence. Not that we can measure that either, but it does make sense that people who know how and when to ask, “hows it going,” will maybe be better at making it through life than totally insensitive bastids, no matter how “smart.”