marigranula | Альтернативная медицина и образование

Я гонял в SPSS результаты опроса по 50 странам, и обнаружил, что заинтересованность в альтернативной медицине растет с ростом образования, даже если учитывать доход и возраст. Почему, ведь человек с высшим образованием должен относится более критично к вопросам эмпирической проверки лечения? Я подумал, что это может быть связано с тем, что люди с высшим образованием интуитивно относятся с меньшим пиететом к званию доктора медицины.
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abolin заметил, что вполне возможно, что "более образованные" лечатся чаще, по более широкому спектру и дольше. Если это так, то среди них больше "хроников", и среди этих хроников высок процент обращающихся за альтернативой.
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abolin добавил, что кроме хроников могут быть вообще — всякие "не острые" состояния, которые, возможно, даже результат именно образования:
...I never read a patent medicine advertisement without being impelled to the conclusion that I am suffering from the particular disease therein dealt with in its most virulent form. The diagnosis seems in every case to correspond exactly with all the sensations that I have ever felt.
Man reading book I remember going to the British Museum one day to read up the treatment for some slight ailment of which I had a touch—hay fever, I fancy it was. I got down the book, and read all I came to read; and then, in an unthinking moment, I idly turned the leaves, and began to indolently study diseases, generally. I forget which was the first distemper I plunged into—some fearful, devastating scourge, I know—and, before I had glanced half down the list of “premonitory symptoms,” it was borne in upon me that I had fairly got it.
I sat for awhile, frozen with horror; and then, in the listlessness of despair, I again turned over the pages. I came to typhoid fever—read the symptoms—discovered that I had typhoid fever, must have had it for months without knowing it—wondered what else I had got; turned up St. Vitus’s Dance—found, as I expected, that I had that too,—began to get interested in my case, and determined to sift it to the bottom, and so started alphabetically—read up ague, and learnt that I was sickening for it, and that the acute stage would commence in about another fortnight. Bright’s disease, I was relieved to find, I had only in a modified form, and, so far as that was concerned, I might live for years. Cholera I had, with severe complications; and diphtheria I seemed to have been born with. I plodded conscientiously through the twenty-six letters, and the only malady I could conclude I had not got was housemaid’s knee.