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We Are A Culture Of Liars

Believe mewhen I tell you I am writing a column about a review by Jessica Bennett of Newsweek about psychologist Robert Feldman, the author of a new book, The Liar in Your Life, the inspiration for a new film, The Invention of Lying, as well as a Fox TV series Lie To Me.

We are a nation of liars, Feldman is quoted. Writes Bennett:

Time and time again, public-opinion polls show that honesty is among the top five characteristics we want in a leader, friend, or lover; the world is full of woeful stories about the tragic consequences of betrayal. At the same time, deception is all around us. We are lied to by government officials and public figures to a disturbing degree; many of our social relationships are based on little white lies we tell each other. We deceive our children, only to be deceived by them in return. And the average person, says psychologist Robert Feldman, the author of a new book on lying, tells at least three lies in the first 10 minutes of a conversation. “There’s always been a lot of lying,” says Feldman, whose book came out this month. “But I do think we’re seeing a kind of cultural shift where we’re lying more, it’s easier to lie, and in some ways it’s almost more acceptable.”

This path of fabrications starts at the top. Among the great whoppers of our time is President Clinton claiming he never had sex with that woman. The cigarette manufacturing executives telling Congress they were unaware nicotine was addictive. Gov. Mark Sanford of South Carolina telling aides he was walking the Appalachian Trail when he jetted to Argentina for a liaison with his Latina lover. The list is endless (which I don’t think is a lie).

Actually, it is a cultural trickle-down epidemic, writes Bennett:

We are a culture of liars, to put it bluntly, with deceit so deeply ingrained in our psyches that we hardly even notice we’re engaging in it. Spam e-mail, deceptive advertising, the everyday pleasantries we don’t really mean—”It’s so great to meet you!” “I love that dress”—have, as Feldman puts it, become “an omnipresent white noise we’ve learned to tune out.”

And Feldman also argues that cheating is more common today than ever. The Josephson Institute, a nonprofit focused on youth ethics, concluded in a 2008 survey of nearly 30,000 high school students that “cheating in school continues to be rampant, and it’s getting worse.” In that survey, 64 percent of students said they’d cheated on a test during the past year, up from 60 percent in 2006. Another recent survey, by Junior Achievement, revealed that more than a third of teens believe lying, cheating, or plagiarizing can be necessary to succeed, while a brand-new study, commissioned by the publishers of Feldman’s book, shows that 18- to 34-year-olds—those of us fully reared in this lying culture—deceive more
frequently than the general population.

When I was a child we learned by the second grade that George Washington never lied and confessed to his parents he chopped down the cherry tree. He was rewarded for his honesty. That parable and those we read in “the good book” were suppose to be the foundations of our lives.

I was a good disciple. I told a visiting aunt she had graying hair. Oops. How quickly one learns to become more discreet. By the time I married, I would cringe when my wife asked if her fanny was too big for the pair of slacks she was modeling. I tried humor, asking if that was a trick question. And, so, those little white lies grow.

Of course, the mean streak in me defaults to truth mode. Clerks who cheerfully bid “Have a nice day” are rebutted by “Easy for you to say.” Old folks who can only talk about the weather proclaim what a beautiful day it is are rejoined by “too damned hot.” I take great delight turning inane greetings literally.

Says Bennett:

Liars get what they want. They avoid punishment, and they win others’ affection. Liars make themselves sound smart and savvy, they attain power over those of us who believe them, and they often use their lies to rise up in the professional world. Many liars have fun doing it. And many more take pride in getting away with it.

As Feldman notes, there is an evolutionary basis for deception: in the wild, animals use deception to “play dead” when threatened. But in the modern world, the motives of our lying are more selfish. Research has linked socially successful people to those who are good liars. Students who succeed academically get picked for the best colleges, despite the fact that, as one recent Duke University study found, as many as 90 percent of high-schoolers admit to cheating. Even lying adolescents are more popular among their peers.

How can you tell someone is lying? By studying facial expressions, the split-second eyebrow arch that shows surprise when a spouse asks who was on the phone; the furrowed nose that gives away a hint of disgust when a person says “I love you.” Once you learn that, the experts say, try to prove it.

I cannot sit here and tell you I have never lied. Usually they unthinkingly jump right out of my mouth in a reflex of self-preservation, to disguise embarrassment.

Back in the second grade, my parents told me not to take the bus home after school because neither would be home until early evening. I was to walk to the principal’s home and stay until they came to pick me up. I forgot and took the school bus. Risking embarrassment, I decided to depart the bus at our stop, walked to the ranch superintendent’s home and asked him to drive me to the principal’s house which was near a home he often visited.

I lied to the principal that when he went looking for me I must have been in the restroom. I lied to my parents why it took me so long to reach the principal’s home.

“You took the bus, didn’t you?” my mother who knew everything asked.

“No,” I mumbled.

  • tidbits
    I don't believe a word of this post. :)
  • HemmD
    I don't believe tidbits.
  • tidbits
    You're smarter than you look, HemmD. lol
  • ordinarysparrow
    stole a horse when i was a kid and lied about it, some lies are hard to cover up. . . but i got by with it. . . yep! like you Jerry " there go i "
  • HemmD
    my looks have been lying for years.
    Every morning when I look in the mirror, this 20 year old looks back and says "Who are you, and what have you done with the young, good looking guy?"
  • tidbits
    Favorite political lies:
    1. "I am not a crook" My father, who liked to talk to the tv, responded "And if you were, would you tell us?"

    Next?

    YOU STOLE A HORSE??? This completely changes my image of you, sparrow...or were you lying about lying about stealing the horse?
  • archangel
    actually tidbits, sparrow stole my horse, after I stole her boots with the inlaid american flags with angel wings on them. She still has the horse. I still have the boots. Did I mention, it was a wing-trade? The boots have wings, but then so does the horse.

    dr.e
  • archangel
    HemmD, that was really funny. Me too, I look in the mirror and go, um, who are you ...a nd your name again? You kinda look familiar...

    lol

    dr.e
  • tidbits
    Archangel - It was NOT your horse. It was given to me by the rabble of Carthage. Now I know why you were in such a hurry to leave with the Brigands. And you traded it for a lousy pair of boots? Not even the magic boots of Olympia?

    Sparrow, I want my horse back...and the Spanish saddle with the silver trim and the black braid. Take it up with Archangel.

    z of c
  • StockBoySF
    I lie about my age ALL the time.
  • HemmD
    When I turned 52, I told my wife all I wanted for my birthday was dyslexia so I could be 25 again.

    The axiom is that the worst lies are the ones we tell ourselves... not so funny actually.
  • jkremmers
    Okay, children. You've had your fun. Lights out and say good night.
  • Slamfu
    What I never understood is public acceptance of lies, how as long as they are stuck to they are truth, a joke almost. The example of the tobacco company was a great one. Everyone knew nicotine was addictive, but i wasn't until the companies themselves admitted it was that they were liable. Bill Clinton "Didn't inhale", I mean give me a break. But until the lie is owned up to, it is in every measurable way and for all intents and purposes, the truth. Its really a weird phenomenon.
  • ordinarysparrow
    Truly Tidbits it could of been your horse!. . . i stole it from a boy that didnt like horses much, because he really wanted a motor cycle and a black leather jacket like Elvis Presley. . . .

    Tidbits is your name Eddy?

    so it ended up being a win/win. . .after i stole the horse. . .Eddy's grandfather got him the leather jacket and the motor cycle. . .

    do you want to trade the horse for that leather jacket and motor cycle?
  • ordinarysparrow
    Dr. E. you are so intuitive!. . .the horse did have wings. . .that is how i stole him. . .

    secretly taught him to jump fences and they could not keep him in pens or fences. . .and Trigger would jump all the fences between Eddy's house and ours. . .

    Dr. E. you can keep the boots since i have the winged horse, and was a bare foot rider, those boots tweaked the toes. . .
  • archangel
    ok sparrow, deal. Iknow you have other fancy boots even though you prefer going 'bare.' I have other winged creatures, also.

    God bless.

    and Jer, bless you too for writing such a good review that allowed commenters to write their own addenda to the book as examples of fibbery. Set forth another review again soon.
    dr.e
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