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Vegans are stupid

Friday, December 15th, 2006

Never fearing to delve into a story and come up with a completely different (yet factually accurate) spin, I turn ‘Veggies are more intelligent’ into ‘Vegans are stupid’. And treat my readers to some Friday Boobies.

‘Vegetarians are more intelligent’ says the headline.

Pam Anderson, Vegan
Wonderful to see a vegan woman who cares so much about
what she puts in her body. Credit: Publicity still via pestola.gr

A provocative claim:

[R]esearch show[s] vegetarians are more intelligent than their meat-eating friends.

A study of thousands of men and women revealed that those who stick to a vegetarian diet have IQs that are around five points higher than those who regularly eat meat.

Granted, we’ve the usual caveats on what IQ measures. Stipulated. And this seems almost like saying “Being vegetarian makes you more intelligent.” Except it doesn’t.

People who eat chicken and fish (but supposedly no red meat) are just as intelligent. And they sure aren’t vegetarians.
And the vegetarians? Turns out they were already more intelligent in their childhood, at age 10, before they switched to a vegetarian diet.

those who were brainiest as children were more likely to have become vegetarian as adults, shunning both meat and fish.

The typical adult veggie had a childhood IQ of around 105 - around five points higher than those who continued to eat meat as they grew up.

There was no difference in IQ between strict vegetarians and those who classed themselves as veggie but still ate fish or chicken.

While vegetarians tended to be people from higher social classes, there appeared to be some evidence that there was a negative correlation between wealth and being a vegetarian. i.e., being a vegetarian is consistent with being poorer than you would otherwise be, though not more stupid.

In other words, this study seems to say that intelligent people are more likely to care about what they eat, within reason. And possibly being vegetarian makes you poorer, but not dumber.
But the meat of the matter? Vegans are stupid.

However, vegans - vegetarians who also avoid dairy products - scored significantly lower, averaging an IQ score of 95 at the age of 10.

So, avoid dating vegans if you’re thinking of having kids.
-wolfe

“Be adequite”

Saturday, December 2nd, 2006

Words fail me, just as they seem to have failed this poor young woman.

There are those who have been moved to great eloquence and passion by the death of the eminent film director Robert Altman. And then there is Lindsay Lohan.

[She went public with a condolence letter that]… was also spectacular in its incoherence and disregard of basic grammar and spelling.

“I am lucky enough to of been able to work with Robert Altman amongst the other greats on a film that I can genuinely say created a turning point in my career,” she began, less than certainly. “He was the closest thing to my father and grandfather that I really do believe I’ve had in several years… He left us with a legend that all of us have the ability to do.” A little lower down, she fell into improv philosophy, apparently riffing on the notion that life is too short to waste: “Make a searching and fearless moral inventory of yourselves’ (12st book) - everytime there’s a triumph in the world a million souls hafta be trampled on. - altman Its true. But treasure each triumph as they come.” And she signed off, “Be adequite. Lindsay Lohan.”


Lohan fans sought to argue that the letter really was not that incoherent after all - the errors no worse than the average teenage e-mail exchange.

Utterly bizarre. Maybe I’ll make my new motto (Old one: “Be excellent to one another”) “Be adequite”.

I tend to think her fans are right. (According to the article, Lohan was a straight A-student in the schools she attended.)

This says a great deal about our educational system, the students in it, and Hollywood.

Lindsay Lohan Smiling
Glad she has something to smile about.
Source: theidealgirl.com via Google Images.

At least Lohan can smile perkily for the camera, and has plenty of self-esteem. (She’d have to have, to voluntarily release that letter!)

So. Be adequite. The voice of a new generation.

-wolfe

Hat tip: The Register.

Luka’s Temporary(?) Blog here…

Thursday, November 30th, 2006

Luka’s cool, I owe her a debt of explanation why I detest the rhymes of one of her favorite poets.

She’s highly rational — doesn’t make her right, but she’s always prepared to discuss why she isn’t.

Her aim is to have a site that discusses gender in a sensible way. If you’re a new reader, I highly recommend her; if you’re an old reader, you know her. Check her out here. Her rules are grossly similar to mine.

Take care, Luka,

And you’re blogrolled, baby, as “Wonderful Luka”! (sorry, even Diesel had to endure being called “baby” by me when I blogrolled him!)

-wolfe-baby.

Shut up and Sing!

Thursday, October 26th, 2006

Content advisory: Some language and images not suitable for young viewers. Nothing that wouldn’t be seen on an American supermarket Magazine cover early in the 21st century though. This one’s also very long.

If you want to start downloading this video to get an advance of what I’m going to be linking (or hate reading lots of words), here goes:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0BZ6aqgvdFI

(But if you hate reading lots of words, you’re on the wrong blog).

Shut up and Sing!“. I’ve mixed feelings about that phrase — even leaving aside its rudeness. To explain it, I’m going to need some time. Here in North America, Hollywood and the music industry are overwhelmingly left-wing. I could — and probably shall — write a whole other blog post on why I think this is so, but that’s another story. (Rudyard Kipling, C.P. Snow, and Stalin all have useful comments on this).

Beccy Cole
Slightly Pouty? Check.
Entertainment Industry? Check.
Politically reliable views? Uh…

For those of us on the starboard side of life, it can be a bit tedious. You find a great writer, artist, or songwriter who’s work you really enjoy, and *presto* you discover that he or she not only disagrees with everything you believe in but holds you in utter contempt for believing it.

Read the Bible? You’re likely an inbred ignorant moron.

Voted Republican? You must be a redneck racist.

Really, I don’t expect the people I pay to entertain me (via Nielson ratings, or via buying their songs, CD’s, going to their movies) to share my views. I don’t remotely mind them expressing theirs, even, possibly, as part of their performance. (This latter is much dodgier, since I paid to see them perform).
I do mind it when they spew out contempt for me and what I believe in.

This has nothing to do with free speech, and everything to do with freedom of choice, freedom of association, and free markets.

The Dixie Chicks are a good example.

Dixie Chicks
The Dixie Chicks. Entertainment Weekly 2 May 2003
Photo Illustration.

In the days before the Iraq War, the Dixie Chicks were touring the UK. Natalie Maines, their lead singer, said at a concert in London, “Just so you know, we’re ashamed the President of the United States is from Texas”.

This shocked many Americans of divers political views. It was viewed as poor form of her to criticize the President while on foreign soil and poor judgment to criticize him when the country was on the verge of war.

Needless to say, many conservative country music fans (US country music fans tend to be conservative as opposed to liberal) announced they’d stop buying the Dixie Chicks’ CDs.

The photo illustration above pretty much encapsulates the media firestorm at the time.

I happen to think President Bush phrased it succinctly, though not as eloquently as he could have. Of course the Dixie Chicks response… well lets just say that made Bush look like Demosthenes, Socrates, Cicero, Jackson, Patton, Sojourner Truth, Jefferson, Bryan, Churchill and Arouet rolled into one:

‘’The Dixie Chicks are free to speak their mind,’’ Bush told Tom Brokaw at the time, adding, ‘’They shouldn’t have their feelings hurt just because some people don’t want to buy their records when they speak out. You know, freedom is a two-way street.’’

After watching this footage, Maines repeats the president’s comment about how the group shouldn’t have their ‘’feelings hurt,’’ incredulous, and then says, ‘’What a dumb f—.’’ She then looks into the camera, as if addressing Bush, and reiterates, ‘’You’re a dumb f—.’’

Bush had it right. They’ve got a total right to say whatever the #$)* they want about him — without being called traitors, sluts, or Saddam’s angels. They don’t have a right to not have people be offended; they don’t have a right to evade the consequences in a free market economy of their speech.

There should be no governmental consequences for insulting the president… that’s a no-brainer. But for people to say “Hey. I don’t like this. I’m not going to buy their tunes anymore” … well, that’s life.

Freedom is indeed a two-way street; they are totally free to trash him, and people are free not to buy their albums.

If you don’t want to suffer negative financial consequences of your political views as an entertainer, then, well, Shut up and Sing!

Note how the Chicks responded. This, in my view (I welcome disagreement from gwallan) is how most of those on the left typically respond: with invective and a total “I miss the point” attitude of arrogance, conceit and entitlement that only a media culture heavily in bed with them could support. (Not to say Conservatives are never ill-mannered or irrational either).

“You’re a dumb f—”? Yeah, real persuasive argument there, Socrates.

By implication, everyone that agrees with Bush’s point on freedom is also a dumb f—. Thanks Chicks. Last album of yours I’ll buy.

Now here’s a reverse example, from the other side of the world.

Beccy Cole, the pouting minstrelette portrayed at the top.

She’s got a superb song, “Poster Girl” that is the emotional parallel to the “You’re a dumb f—” response from the Dixie Chicks, yet logically, its the antithesis.

Yes, it’s saccharine, sappy, and a touch maudlin. If you loathe country music, you may well not like this. But the lyrics are well worth listening to.

It’s a response to her fans who heavily criticize her support of Australia’s war efforts “On the wrong side of the world”.
It beats “You’re a dumb f—” as a response to fans with whom you disagree.

Poster Girl (lyrics copyright by Beccy Cole Music Pty Ltd. Transcribed by wolfe)

Maybe I’m naive to think we all could get along
So i read your words and all I ask is that you hear my song

You ripped my poster off the wall
‘Cuz I’m the singer that went to the War

You see no good in me at all.
Well pardon me if I believe I haven’t got it wrong
And before you turn your back on me I’ll sing you
One more song

Cuz I shook hands with the diggers [Australian SAS] on the wrong side of the world
With a wife at home that holds her breath and brand new baby girl
And the digger fights for freedom and a job that must be done
And I let go of his hand so proud to be Australian

And if unlike me if you feel no pride at all
Then go ahead and take me off the wall
Because I prefer to be a poster girl on the wrong side of the world

And I’m just the girl that sings the crazy songs
Not qualified to sit and judge
I’ve been right and I know I’ve been wrong
but I’m for peace and I’m for love.

And I admire the burning fire that causes you to fight
I only wish the wrong side of the world had the same right

Now that’s a response to critics. Polite, respectful, and an attempt to intellectually and emotionally engage.

One can, by all means, [I don't] dismiss her arguments, but not, I think her sincerity and civility.

She’s got it right. She’s just the girl who sings the crazy songs… but here’s her world view, and here’s why she does what she does.

I’ll take Beccy Cole from the far side (but emphatically not the Wrong side) of the world any day, over the Dixie Chicks. I’d hope people of good will from the left would take her attitude and decency over that of the Dixie Chicks.

So: ‘Shut up and Sing!’ ?  No. Just explain, and treat those who disagree with you respectfully and decently.

-wolfe

Friday Boobies 2!

Friday, October 20th, 2006

Boobies!

Ah yes, here we reconcile ourselves with the fact that we’re dealing with the blog of a heterosexual male who seems to like boobies. Not just the birds.

It’s an intriguing challenge for me. I’ve a number of (heterosexual female readers) [wolfe pauses to consider Female in the clutches of the #6 Humlon from Battlestar Galactica ...]

Where was I? Oh yes. To produce Friday Boobies! episodes that are quite sexual but not offensive. Or not totally. And I invite comment, especially constructive criticism.

Now, I could post the boobies of female posters, but no, no, that would be a shortcut at this stage. Better, yes, to focus on some form of commentary. And I am serious about this. Serially, as Al Gore would say.

Well mostly serial. Or seriously, as republicans might say.

Halloween costumes seem to be going in a somewhat depressing direction. I’m going to only post adult female ones, but there are a lot of them, this year, that seem to portray women as children/young teens. That’s… disturbing.

The New York Times comments on that. And upon women filling out a costume.

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Photo From NY Times.More to follow, tonight, including maybe ‘Jake’.

(Seriously, needs more commentary, just in a rush to get to work.)

 

 

Friday Boobies

Friday, October 13th, 2006

This has fun pics, but please look at my post below on what the Israeli Ambassador said.

I have no choice. I’m very sorry. But Zogmama has forced me to post this. She said something about frequency of twin-headed snakes — which is high — and the requirement to post boobie pics.

I might be very slightly mischaracterizing what she said. Only slightly though. Surely.

So here we go. Boobie pics.

Blue Footed Boobie

Blue Footed Boobie:

These aren’t antarctic, but Galapagos in origin. They look kind of cross-eyed when viewed head on, and they have a peculiar mating dance. As a result, the Spanish characterized them as ‘bobos’ (clowns), hence ‘boobies’. That said, they dive spectacularly, have some red-footed cousins, and are generally very good hunters.

Boobies!

Oh. You wanted something else? Pfft, I’ve a number of female readers so they are less excited by boobies than you and I. Err… You and me, ladies!!!

OK, OK, here’s a boobie pic.

Caucasian brunette woman breastfeeding baby

Credit: Schools of Public Health; FolicAcid.net

Boobies!!!

Oh. Ok.

 

Caprice

 

 

Boobies!

-wolfe

Two-headed snakes and Pandas

Tuesday, September 26th, 2006

Astute readers of this blog will grasp the reason for posting on these things. Alas. I had some great panda pics just for someone, but have mislaid the URL.

I shall look, but for now, this is Wednesday’s post.

2 headed snake

A 2 headed snake. Credit: unknown

 

Mom and daughter

No, not some weird Panda-lesbo-love but a mother and her daughter.
Credit: San Diego Zoo
-wolfe

Good for her.

Wednesday, September 20th, 2006

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed and joined the tumbling mirth of sun-split clouds…

And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod
The high, untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.

– John Magee, RCAF pilot and poet.
Died in high flight, 11 December 1941.

Anousheh Ansari, the world’s fourth “space tourist”, and the first woman to pay her way into space lifted off Monday, heading for the International Space Station and fulfilling a life-long dream.

Anousheh Ansari
Anousheh Ansari, AFP via CNN.

As a young girl in Tehran, she gazed out at a field of stars against the darkness of night. She wished to look the other way, and see the shining earth against that dark veil, pierced by the light of stars.

She’s got her wish.

A global story.

She left Iran at the age of 16 just a few years after the Islamic Revolution, in part because her family wanted her to pursue her passion for the sciences to the fullest extent possible.

When she arrived, she knew next to no English except for a few verses from the song “My Favorite Things,” from the film “The Sound of Music.”

But within the next several years, Ansari had taught herself English, earned a university degree and landed a job at MCI earning just over $26,000. There she met her husband. Soon, she and her husband quit their jobs at MCI, cashed in their retirement savings, and ran up their credit cards to finance a telecommunications company they opened.

And they succeeded. They sold their company for a nominal half-billion dollars.

Then Anousheh Ansari helped fund the Ansari X-Prize. Good stuff.

Some disparage space tourism. As she points out, she went through 6 months of training to be able to fly, so it’s not exactly your typical tourism.

Leaving that aside, if people are willing to pay to ride to orbit, and know the risks; let them. Let someone other than taxpayers subsidize the space program.

For all my mabtw posts, societies that don’t value individual human beings (male or female), art, and don’t permit those individual human beings to ‘pursue happiness’ and fulfil their potential (male or female) … well they’re not very civilised societies. (Yeah, note I tossed in ‘art’ in the middle. That’s important too.)

This is the antithesis of the sort of woman that gets robustly criticized on mabtw. Oh, sure, I think she did much, much better for herself because she married well. But she’d have been a highly successful woman regardless.

The US (and capitalism in Russia!) made it possible for her to do something extraordinary that she could never have done in the theocracy of Iran. Good for her; good for her parents for seeing the need to emigrate. May Iran’s other sons and daughters be one day as free as she.

And may we all, at some point in life, slip the surly bonds of earth, reach out, and touch the face of God.

-wolfe

Responsibility in the Curves

Thursday, August 24th, 2006

And now’s the time on wAM to post a gratuitous picture of a bikini model. Women can be annoyed, outraged, or even secretly envious, and men can stare and…

what was I saying? Oh yes. Gratuitous bikini-babes. In this case, it’s actually not gratuitous. Or at least not very. Gratuitous would have been making it full-size. Bear with me as we appear to rapidly shift topic (and not for the last time in this post).

When you drive, you’re taking control of an oft multi-ton vehicle. Thousands of pounds (even kilos) of steel, plastic, aluminum and composite.

You accept responsibility for what you do, whether it’s in the curves or the straights. Now another topic shift, which some may not even notice as they gaze upon the curves below.

Caprice
Caprice Bourret, in happier days. (Credit: apparently SnF)

The woman depicted above, Caprice Bourret, is a model who, most would agree, traded upon her looks very successfully for many years. She established herself in modeling, TV, acting, pop singing, and ‘fashion design’.

She appears to have gained a sense of entitlement from her successful trading, so much so that she chose to reduce her name to just “Caprice“.

Nice name. “Capricious” is indeed what it brings to mind. Befitting a woman of her… uh… well-rounded talents.

Any (says the blogger called ‘wolfe’) who choose to define themselves to the entire world simply by one name are ludicrously arrogant.

Enter Hubris, early one morning, late last year. Pulled over by the gloriously named PC Flashman, the lovely and talented Caprice was a trifle “tired and emotional“:

PC Flashman told the court that, at first, he did not recognise the superstar.

He said: ‘I could see a white female of scrawny build with bare shoulders in her late 30s wearing heavy make-up…’

He then asked her name and she simply replied: ‘Caprice.’

PC Flashman said: “I asked again: “Caprice who?”

Ouch. “scrawny build in her late 30s wearing heavy make-up“. What a come-down for a woman who’s lived off her body lo these many years.

She has admitted having drunk a bottle and a half of wine with lunch and a few glasses in the evening on the day before she was stopped by police.

OK. A bottle and a half of wine with lunch. How many of us do that? I mean… wow. “A few glasses in the evening”. She certainly had at least two bottles of wine in the afternoon and evening before she was stopped. Perhaps three.

Well at least she’s taking responsibility.

Oh. Wait.

But she says that, had it not been for the drugs she was taking for cystitis, the effects of the alcohol would have worn off by the time she was stopped.

2-3 bottles of wine, on a “scrawny” frame would have worn off? And drinking 2-3 bottles of wine over the course of an afternoon and evening isn’t a problem? While she was taking drugs that exacerbated the effects of the alcohol?
So much for responsibility.

I admit. This woman annoys me even more than Mel Gibson did. He too, got drunk, and tried to trade off his celebrity status and then spewed some truly vile things.

But at least he has achieved some things in his life other than look good in a bikini. He hasn’t tried to pose as a “one-name” wonder. Most importantly, he acknowledged what he’d done and apologized. Sincere? I don’t know. But it was, at the very least, the appearance of an acceptance of responsibility.

In the end, it’s this woman’s sense of entitlement, based on so little achievement, coupled with an utter unwillingness to accept responsibility that trouble me.

And yeah. There is some wider culpability too.

It isn’t major, but it’s there.

Global free markets, and the reality that men like to look at prettily scuplted female bodies glowing with youth allowed this woman to build up wealth and have her 2+ bottle of wine afternoons.

Men are to blame? No. She is.

But the message the picture above sends to women, and the message it would send to daughters — should I have any — is troubling.

A solution? None at hand, other than to emphasize the importance of personal responsibility, and not behaving like a privilege princess, regardless of your gender.

-wolfe