Scientists: Whining May Be the World's Most Annoying Sound
Of course, parents have known this for years. But now science confirms that the sound of a whining person is almost impossible to ignore:
Psychologists from SUNY and Clark University put participants through the daft trial of trying to do maths problems while listening to a range of six sounds, including a screeching saw on wood, machine noise, a baby crying, motherese and whining, for a whole minute each. Weirdly, the whining sample actually came from an adult, as child actors could not “act out a sustained whining bout”. Previous research has shown adult and child whining to be similar enough to enable this substitution.
The study subjected both men and women, parents and non-parents, to the tests, who were rewarded for their troubles with either M&Ms or toy shop vouchers, depending on their childrearing experience.
After having looked at the maths results, the psychologists found that while all “attachment vocalisations” — meaning motherese, crying or whining — caused greater distraction than silence to the participants, a minute of whining resulted in a greater number of mistakes than machine noise or motherese. Furthermore, both parents and non-parents were affected similarly by whining.
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At the rate we're going and the luck we've had TTC, I'll be 50 before we have kids..... sigh
Of course this is a largely unconscious realization earned through a life-time of suffering ego-driven disasters.
I see no issue with having children when you are older, in fact I see it as an advantage. The parent is usually more secure in their life and know what they want and where they are at in their life. It seems that they have thought out the consequences of becoming a parent more so than a younger one might have.
Lots of funerals during my teenage years.
Of course all the old people died - as a kid, I was allowed to become attached to grandparents, great-aunts and great-uncles, and of course none of them lived to see me graduate high school.
But also there were "early" deaths - people don't expect to die in their 40s and 50s, but it happens.
A lot.
My memories are clouded by grief. I see my grandfather smiling in photographs and I simply can't remember him except as he was after he lost his wife and his sisters. I remember lots of grief. I missed all the good times - I see in the photographs that there were good times, but they waited until they were through living to have me join them.
It makes me angry because I remember having this huge family when I was a kid - I remember crowded Thanksgiving dinners, and I simply can't reconcile this with not having anyone left alive to invite to my wedding.
I'm sure you could get mostly the same study results by looking at 20 something mom's from families with old school money.
There's numerous reasons nature makes it hard to juice up a 45+ year old ovum.
My father was retired from his job by the time that I was in second grade. It seemed as though they had more time to spend with me. During most of my life, both of my parents were accessible at home to take me to sports games or other after school activities. At times, I think that they were rather overprotective.
It made some things harder. They weren't quite able to go outside and play with me much. I do remember my mom coming out and building snowmen with me and trying to play catch with me for softball.
I do remember attending a few funerals as a small child,, as there were a good number of older relatives in my family. I think that I was introduced to my first funeral before I was in kindergarten. I was only able to meet my maternal grandmother as all of my other grandparents had passed away before I came along.
I was somewhat young when I lost my parents. I was 25 when my mother (71) passed away and my father (86) passed away when I was 28. I would have loved to have had them around for a bit longer. They were at least able to see me graduate from high school, but I missed having them at my college graduation (I went to college late because I was looking after my parents for a bit) in 2007 and my wedding in 2010. Plenty of people talk of the dead "being there in spirit," but that's cold comfort and just not the same.