In 1995, McArthur Wheeler walked into two Pittsburgh banks and robbed them in broad daylight, with no visible attempt at disguise. He was arrested later that night, less than an hour after videotapes of him taken from surveillance cameras were broadcast on the 11 o’clock news. When police later showed him the surveillance tapes, Mr. Wheeler stared in incredulity. “But I wore the juice,” he mumbled. Apparently, Mr. Wheeler was under the impression that rubbing one’s face with lemon juice rendered it invisible to videotape cameras.The paper in question, Unskilled and Unaware of It: How Difficulties in Recognizing One’s Own Incompetence Lead to Inflated Self-Assessments is a great read. Personally, I have my nose rubbed in the evidence of my own ineptitude often enough that I hope that I’m not in the category of people the authors study. That said, “but I wore the juice!” has now become my catch-all excuse for error.
Here’s a fabulous way to start a research paper.
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