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Written by Suzy Soro
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Thursday, 11 September 2008 |
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  I've never been friends with anyone who was in Mensa. That's an organization for people who score in the top 2% of the population on a standardized intelligence test. I'm guessing there are no pictures on that test.
It's not that I avoided members of that group but standup comedy doesn't produce a lot of Rhodes's Scholars and I'm a comic. Comics can be smart, you have to be to write all your material and know what's going on in the world but chugging alcohol with the audience is not on the SAT's. Is it?
IQ is a number which is the ratio of tested mental age to chronological age, usually expressed as a quotient zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz oh sorry, I dozed off there for a minute, multiplied by 100. Average would be 100; around 148 would get you into Mensa, the club for high IQ people which numbers Jimmy Savile and Sharon Stone among its members. Geniuses would be a lot higher. Who the hell is Jimmy Savile?
 Almost eight years ago James moved in downstairs from me and when he invited me over one night, I noticed a Mensa plaque on his wall. Being the competitive person that I am, I came home and decided to put up my Vogue cover, the one with my head pasted on Gisele Bundchen's body.
Over the years I noticed that no matter what I asked him, he knew the answer. And not in that overbearing know-it-all way, just in that way that makes you realize how dumb you might actually be.
He knew about insects and Egyptology and the solar system. He designed websites and directed plays that were adaptations of the lesser known works of Shakespeare. I went to India for three weeks in 2006 and when I came back, we had a healthy discussion on Hinduism and the difference between Shiva and Ganesh. He talked; I listened. He left; I tried to kill myself.
The first movie he directed was a film noir about quantum physics.
I'm thinking of making a film about the differences between all the Swiffer products. |
Suzy Soro
