SL Sex, Lies, and Mind Games

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/health/article-1234323/Testosterone-hormone-makes-kind-genial.html

A bargaining game where female participants were either given a single dose of the hormone or a dummy pill found those who received testosterone behaved more fairly, had fewer conflicts and were better at social interactions.

But women who simply thought they received testosterone - whether or not they actually did - behaved more unfairly than those who believed they received the placebo, whether they did or not.

QFT

Pep (It's all in the mind; a lot more space there to rattle around in some cases.)

What if the announcement of this study is really a study in itself - to see how people react to this information - and the supposed study never actually happened?

Like a placebo.

That article implies that violence and aggression aren't caused by testosterone.

I wonder what would happen if I did 30 minutes of aerobics while staring at boobies.

Joined the Cleopatra Club, have you, Seven?

Pep (Don't you hate it when your world is turned upside down?)

I didn't blame a messenger. And I am not an asp-kisser.

Nor did I let a delivery man roll me up in a rug.
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This is a me too post. ME TOO........

OMG, Peppy. The day I feel jealous of you, for that ridiculous reason or any other, is the day snowball fights break out in Hell.



Sorry I haven't shot you dead yet. Come on over to my sim and I'll rectify that.

Seriously for a moment: You don't seem to have any conception of how to conduct interpersonal relations, so I'll provide you with a bit of instruction.

It's better to not do something that you have to apologize for. But, people being people, sooner or later we all do. When that happens, an apology is called for. That's a first step in correcting your mistake. Sometimes, it's the only step possible, and it may be acceptable if the apology is sincere, and not just lip service. But ideally, there is a second step: you must do whatever you can to make reparations, to set things right.

"I was wrong. I'm sorry. I want to make it up to you." That's the formula for a proper apology, and yes, it does make everything OK.

I'll send the paramedics.

Same old same old.

Not much point in engaging you on this, is there Pep? You just trot out the same old unproven and fallacious muck about women and emotion, men and logic. It's trite, reactionary, and value-laden (you DO realize, right, that "hysteria" as a characteristic female malady was debunked long ago? Or do you just revel in the insult?). And your "evidence" is anecdotal.

Define what you mean by "over emotional."

Explain, in detail, why "emotion" is always a bad thing, instead of vital and constituent part of who we are and what we do.

Demonstrate, with reference to more than a few isolated posts (selectively chosen from those made by women) that females are more prone to this than males.

Finally, convince me that your own demonstrable obsession with a handful of themes, often seemingly plucked from the hoary pages of a Victorian man's magazine, can itself be said to be in any way "logical," and not merely a neurotic and "over emotional" response.

Picking Pep's brain is more and more seeming like an exercise in palaeontology: what fossil can we turn up next?

NO!!! You are wrong, wrong, wrong, and MEAN, too! How dare you, don't you know other people have feelings too! I am SO upset, you've hurt me deeply and I am leaving these forums and SL forever, and going on some kind of RL rampage. You can thank yourself for what you've done to me, and you have to live with it, forever!

(how was that?)

OMG . . . you're Pep's ALT, aren't you!!!!

*Yawn.....* Naw. I was giving an example of over-emotionalism. How was it, convincing, yes? I can count on the fingers of one hand the times I've ever actually felt that way, and never regarding SL matters. And, many years ago, when I was much more passionate and starry-eyed about relationship issues; as you get older you get a little more realistic, jaded even, somewhat, (although I still see the rainbows) but that kind of emotionalism just isn't worth the adrenalin it takes to fuel it.

Lol, Treasure, your post reminded me of the answer to Scylla's question, "Explain, in detail, why "emotion" is always a bad thing, instead of vital and constituent part of who we are and what we do."

I have various sets of plates for different occasions. I have some plastic plates that I hate, but bought for eating on the lawn. The ONLY reason I keep them is so when I get worked into a froth and want to vent, not only can I throw them and not have to replace broken crockery, but if I wing someone in the process not a lot of damage is done!

I know, I know, how terrible.

Generally, I think you're right. And to suggest that there is one "kind" of emotionalism is as reductive as insisting that "intelligence" is a single monolithic property.

I AM emotional. I cry at the drop of a hat, especially at movies and music. I wept at the RL vigil for the Montreal Massacre last weekend (but then I wasn't the only one). News stories about little kids lost or in trouble can lead to a deluge.

But, I don't THINK that that kind of emotionalism -- as silly as it sometimes is -- impacts on my ability to deal with the world around me very much. I trust I am a reasonably rational and calm being. And if I do get very upset about something, I very rarely do the "I'm going to hold my breath until I turn blue" thing. And only once, that I can think of, have I been really embarrassed by an emotional response to something on this forum.

I just don't see that there is a necessary connection between being "emotional" and being "irrational."

Oh yeah, and I find emotionalism attractive in other people. I don't mean irrationality: I mean evidence of a capacity for deep feeling and empathy. I find it attractive; sometimes I even find it sexy.

LOL

I've never tried that, but one of the legs of my desk is a bit worse for the wear, at right around boot level . . .

I'm a cry-er too. It doesn't take much, and some things ALWAYS trigger it, like hearing Taps. When I was in college I worked for a funeral home, my dad was a funeral director there; it quickly became understood, do NOT send Treasure to work a military funeral, soon as Taps starts, she's useless......

Sh*te, maybe I am a British man. I'm a jaw setter, teeth grinder and nose flarer. If in a jollier mood, a tongue-sticker-outter. Never a crier. I'll chew a hole through the inside of my cheek before I'll cry in public.

Oh yeah, and an upper lip snarler, too.

ETA: Holy Crap, am I Billy Idol?

Yeah. Particular songs can have an associative resonance. I've learned that there are certain tunes I should NOT play on my Ipod while travelling on the subway during rush hour . . .

No, I HATE crying in public. It's usually misread, and it interferes with my capacity to deal with whatever else is going on around me. (Not in the sense that it interferes with my judgement; it's just harder to talk to people when you are sobbing )

Oh no sobbing, no, no no. Maybe a little wavering of the chin, a quiver of the lip, possibly a single discreet tear quickly brushed away and explained as, "Something in my eye." Definately no sobbing though. I'd rather just throw plates around

Does truth matter? Does the truth always result in drama?

OK, I'll answer the question specifically. It depends on what kind of relationships you want to nurture. My closest friends, those I've met in RL, are only real friends because the relationships were based on truth and not some RP. My personality and my spirit in SL is the same as it is in RL, my activities not necessarily withstanding. My SL is an extension of RL and that's what I choose to make it.
If you want shallow relationships that wither with the wind - and that's fine - then stick to lies and strict RP. If you want to make real lasting friends, be your self.
That said I've seen plenty of drama regardless of how people approach it so I don't think drama has anything at all to do with using your real personality or whether you're a strict RPer.
I'm more myself in SL than I could ever be in RL.

How about Glen Beck? He cries about everything.

Although...

The whole thing is somewhat apropos:



Of course, Tweedledee didn't make himself any realer by scoffing at her tears. ("That's logic!"

damm those monthly hormones!