OJ is not very well regarded in science circles. He indulges in cherry picking, extrapolating data and running with it. As a psychologist he should know all about confirmation bias.
Here is the best critique of that particular article I?ve come across (and the site has also taken apart his schizophrenia comments)
neuroskeptic.blogspot.com/2010/05/does-oliver-james-damage-brain.html
That is not to say he doesn?t sometimes raise an interesting point. In fact my reading of Affluenza (it?s a really shite book) did crystallise my feelings on the issues of childcare to a degree when I was pregnant. It irritated me enough to make me think hard about what I wanted to do.
Luckily we both work in (fairly low paying) journalism but both our organisations are very flexible, so we are lucky enough to both work part time and share the care of our daughter, who is 19 months (I had 14 months off). In fact my husband works 2 days and I work three. I understand about sacrifice (as we are skint), and dithered for ages about leaving work completely, but the longer term picture (possible moving abroad again, school fees etc) mean that it?s better to keep my career on the boil. I would not be able to take three years off and rejoin.
But this way my DH has been able to be a part-time SAHD, which he relishes. He has effectively sent a signal to his boss that career isn?t number one for him either at this point, so in a way it may have harmed his longer term prospects, but there will always be something for him. So he also knows about sacrifice.
I loathe OJ though for his hypocrisy. Whingeing on about women seeking the ?wrong? sort of validation through work, or daring to get an education they may not use, or working simply to afford nice Smallbone kitchens or another car. While, erm, dashing off and leaving his kid for MONTHS at a time while he did research for populist book ? which he obviously aimed to be a high seller.
I just don?t understand that level of hypocrisy.
I?m sure he doesn?t live hand to mouth either so can afford to wax lyrical about selfish capitalism.
He is a colossal ache in the arsepipe © Charlie Brooker.