10 min read Share On a hot, humid July night in 2018, I flew into Beirut airport, grateful for the driver meeting me and his air-conditioned car. A young, pious Shiite from the Lebanese south, he wouldn’t shake my hand, but he was friendly, if earnest. As we drove down the airport road, we talked about his life in Lebanon, including his recent move to Beirut from his family’s village and his hopes for the future now he’d moved to the big city. But his next question surprised me.“Have you heard of a Canadian psychologist called Jordan Peterson?”I had indeed, mostly from the publicity — or...…10 min read Share On a hot, humid July night in 2018, I flew into Beirut airport, grateful for the driver meeting me and his air-conditioned car. A young, pious Shiite from the Lebanese south, he wouldn’t shake my hand, but he was friendly, if earnest. As we drove down the airport road, we talked about his life in Lebanon, including his recent move to Beirut from his family’s village and his hopes for the future now he’d moved to the big city. But his next question surprised me.“Have you heard of a Canadian psychologist called Jordan Peterson?”I had indeed, mostly from the publicity — or...WW…