I’ve been reading The Best American Noir of the Century and some lines in the intro set the cynical tone just right, at least for the stories in this great collection and maybe for life in general. Noir. Hardboiled. Dark. Pessimistic. Cynical: “…It’s the long drop off the short pier…It’s the nightmare of flawed souls with big dreams and the precise how and why of the all-time sure thing that goes bad…the opportunity as fatality, social justice as sanctified shuck, and sexual love as a one way ticket to hell.”
Archive for the ‘Psychology’ Category
People must be getting dumber by the day (well, at least by the week), not to mention lacking even a rudimentary level of ingenuity. Evidently there are thousands of injuries each year from customers trying to open those hardshell plastic cases that so many products come in these days that the great Amazon Empire has announced it now has 200,000 “frustration free packaged” products. up from nineteen from five years ago, the original start date of addressing this dangerous national problem.
It’s bold page one announcement that greeted me on their site: “Wrap rage. You know what it is [read that in Dragnet style: dum dee dum dum…]. Breaking through hermetically sealed clamshell cases and untwisting dozens of plastic-coated steel-wire ties can be nerve jangling.” (About this nerve jangling–isn’t there a medicine for that? Therapy? Obamacare?)
The announcement’s even accompanied by a video. My solution? Let people learn from observing lab chimps diligently, ingeniously opening things; that should be the video.
Here. Now keep in mind that just because this wife was armed with a knife, ammunition belt and a bullet-proof vest when she confronted her former baseball pitcher husband does not mean the marital problems were all her fault. Well, anyway, we’ll find out during the trial.
The psychology behind the SPE just ripens with age like fine wine. Give some idiot sapling a cardboard badge , a wrinkled uniform, and some government issued dirty underwear and what do you get? Well, for one thing (among many things) you get a Govt Park Ranger with Shutdown Orders, otherwise known as the Yellowstone Gestapo. Yes, it’s amazing and scary what influence a sudden govt impetus of barking orders can do to the psychology of an otherwise low level automaton. As he’s barking the newly sanctioned decrees his sense of personal power suddenly rises like a Viagra-loaded erection.
The individual is weak in his solitary opposition to authority, but the group is strong…The individual’s relationship with his peers can compete with, and on occasion supplant, his ties to authority.–“Obedience to Authority,”, Milgram, (chap. 9, ‘Group Effects.’)
What possessed me to stupidly watch a video of Miley Cyrus onstage twerking (and pseudo copulating with a middle-aged guy in a weird striped suit). I just can’t erase this ridiculously hideous hiney-heaving imagery out of my head. It’s like I’m on a merry-go-round in some dark recess of a nightmare carnival of pop culture.
On a more serious analytical note here’s a good post on the deeper meaning of Cyrus twerking.
Miley twerking so destructive it destroys a famous star ship. FUNNY.
Hood culture: “…His American Eagle clothes and sweet demeanor were replaced about six months ago by drooping pants, the do-rags, and a vile stream of braggadocio, sexism and [anti-white] racism…” Here. Not too bad an account considering it’s the Los Angeles Times.