I’m sure Phil is a very nice man but you and I both know that his material is amateur and mediocre, suited for, well…have a look at the audience. Put him in front of a group of psychology graduates and he would look like ass.
There are many ways in which problems can appear to be ‘being solved,’ but there are just as many ways to accidentally frame false problems and, in the least, believe that the cause of what one has mistaken is a problem is in fact acceptable and not a problem itself.
Give me five minutes with Phil and I will get him to admit that he is a flake. Five minutes. That’s all I need.
It is quite possible that we have people with issues, issues which are issues because of a problem of the people who have them, claiming that the problem is not them but the issue itself, seeking the counsel of a person with issues, issues which are issues because of a problem of the person who has them, who will claim a solution to a problem that doesn’t even exist, and pretend as if progress is being made.
Either Phil knows that his arguments rest on the weak, convenient assumptions of folk psychology, and he is purposely making blanket statements and ambiguous conclusions-- “Sharleena needs to learn how to love her husband and share her feelings”-- just to move the theme of the show along and let it appear as a formal and credible authority in matters of psychology, or he truely does believe that he has it all figured out.
In either case, he is inappropriate for public television. Science and psychology are serious matters and should not be likened to forms of entertainment, ESPECIALLY in a consumerist society full of idiots and flake TV doctors.
I often see these people on the show who are weeping. What? What did he say that was so earth shattering? Did I miss something? Next thing you know, Jack has a great epiphany and suddenly decides to stop boozing it up after work rather than coming home to his vomitous wife, and, in front of a live audience and cameras, he embraces Sharleena and promises to “rekindle that lost love.” (Of course she weighed fifty pounds lighter when he met her at the soda-pop stand twenty years ago, but its a bit late for that. There’s no turning back. Till death does them apart, apparantly.)
Did it take Dr. Phil to get this idiot to realize that both his drinking and his wife are a disaster?
Who cares.