The monkeysphere has sooo many implications. Read David Wong’s Inside the Monkeysphere for the full account. Very concise and very approachable - and hilarious!
The essence of the monkeysphere is that we are biologically wired to maintain a functional social sphere of about 150 people - neighbours, family, coworkers, friends, etc. Beyond your monkeysphere, people become acquaintances and than strangers.
I’ve argued before that the people with 2000 Facebook friends don’t really have ‘friends’ but a large collection of superficial acquaintances; I wonder about the levels of interaction with all of those people. Anecdotally, a co-worker of mine said that when he went from 50 friends to 75 friends on Facebook, he stopped reading the newsfeed - it was too much to keep up with.
I’ve also talked about comment trolls - the people who show up for one day and leave nasty comments on your blog (blog rage). The question always comes up - why? Why do people feel that they can say hurtful things? I say it’s because you are outside their monkeysphere; you are just another piece of meat to them - they wouldn’t say thing like that to people in their monkeysphere. Think about this the next time you’re driving. Would you scream at other drivers the way you do if you actually knew them? Especially if they were in your monkeysphere? Yeah, I didn’t think so.
Problems in the world? Too many people for our monkeysphere:
The primary difference is that monkeys are happy to stay in small groups and rarely interact with others outside their monkey gang. This is why they rarely go to war, though when they do it is widely thought to be hilarious. Humans, however, require cars and oil and quality manufactured goods by the fine folks at 3M and Japanese video games and worldwide internets and, most importantly, governments. All of these things take groups larger than 150 people to maintain effectively. Thus, we routinely find ourselves functioning in bunches larger than our primate brains are able to cope with.
This is where the problems begin. Like a fragile naked human pyramid, we are simultaneously supporting and resenting each other. We bitch out loud about our soul-sucking job as an anonymous face on an assembly line, while at the exact same time riding in a car that only an assembly line could have produced. It’s a constant contradiction that has left us pissed off and joining informal wrestling clubs in basements.
I’m pretty excited about the monkeysphere - it’s one of those rare moments of pure cognitive crystallization.
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