A commenter at Righteous Insolence points out that the plural of 'anecdote' is not 'bukkake'.
This comes in response to people being mean about an insubstantial science-fair project by Platek, Burch and Gallup (2002), inexplicably published in what appears to be a real journal and recently in the news.* Criticisms include:
- the authors' apparent unawareness that many of the hormonal contents of semen can have no effect on mood (even if they enter the recipient's bloodstream) because of a little-known phenomenon called the 'blood-brain barrier';
- the curiously antiquated Symbolist / fin de siècle quality of the hypothesis that women need regular doses of male semen to maintain their proper cognitive function;2
- their casual assumption that the direction of causality runs from "having sex without a condom" to "improved mood", rather than vice versa, or from some third variable affecting both;
- their general uninterest in controlling potential third variables.
UPDATE: Bonus Platek et al.:
There is growing evidence that human semen has the potential to produce profound effects on women.Another RI commenter responds:
Yes. For instance, it can cause them to harbor a massive internal parasite for nine months, followed by another eighteen years of debt...Update2.
I could add several hundred words here, describing the particular strand of fin de siècle misogyny that viewed women as lacking in brain and spirit, making them sexually-insatiable vampires, compelled to suck seminal essence from men to compensate for their incompleteness. There was an explicit magical-thinking equation between semen and cerebral tissue: men could apparently expend one, or the other, but not both. Hence the popularity of the Salome motif in art, drama and music (and Judith to a lesser extent, as a less-familiar
Thank goodness we've moved on from all that vile bullshit now.
UPDATE3 for mikey in comments: Bonus decadent literature.
Consider this a sneak preview of the next "Gardening with AK" column.
27 comments:
Time was when getting traffic from people searching from "semen testimonials" meant something. It has all been cheapened by Platek &c writing to PuffHost.
The magic antidepressant industry is not happy with Riddled's attempts to fill their profits with holes.
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I have just now learned that I have a large jar of antidepressants in my basement.
Profit!
We have also received numerous semen testimonials from other women
Add this to the uncountable number of filmed testimonials in which women beg for sperm and you really have something.
If semen is a magical antidepressant, it stands to reason that rates of attempted suicide and depression would be lower among gay/bi men than among straight men.
Oh, wait.
The misogyny underlying this "study" is disturbing enough, but when you consider the fact that unprotected sex is a *risky behavior*, there's a whole new level of ick on top of it.
Never mind the risk of painful and possibly deadly infections and disease, ladies! You want to be HAPPY, don't you?
It stands to reason that gay/bi men would experience the antidepressant properties of semen, as well, right?
Wait, what?
The best part of this is that having unprotected sex is a *dangerous behavior*, especially for women. But you know, it's totally worth it to risk infection, (possibly deadly) disease, and unwanted pregnancy for happiness, right?
Sorry about those two deleted comments, by the way. I haven't had my semen yet this morning.
And it seems that no matter WHAT I DO, this damned blog refuses to stop using my Google account.
I should probably make it a double-dose today.
Katie, I accept paypal.
Horlicks?
HORLICKS?
Srsly?
W/V takes exception, issues threat:rotshiv
the plural of 'anecdote' is not 'bukkake'.
Oh dear. This is embarrassing.
Katie, I accept paypal.
I'm sorry. I only accept magic sperm.
Blood-brain barrier just means skull-fucking is the preferred delivery vector. Also, nothing cures depression like a getting yourself a shiny new disease.
I only accept magic sperm.
Maybe not magic, but certainly a miracle.
Time was when getting traffic from people searching from "semen testimonials" meant something.
Testesmonials?
Semen Sermons? Spermons?
One just has to refer to the etymology of testimony to see the truth of the assertion. Not to mention the chaise percée business for the prevention of another Pope Joan. I told you not to mention the chaise percée business!
fish, it's T&U. I don't need to pay!
Yet another small business opportunity lost. Dr. Mrs. fish will never believe the jar has value now.
Sounds like feesh is going to have spend the weekend doing yard chores.
Again!
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Antithesis:
In The Silence Ester also feels the need of confession as death approaches. She confesses to the old waiter of the hotel that she has not married because she hates the rotten smell of men's semen.
HORLICKS?
Srsly?
We have received a legal opinion from the Riddled Grammar Pedantry Department that the apostrophe is in the wrong place, i.e. the product was patented by brothers James and William Horlick and should therefore be "Horlicks'".
In further developments,
The term was used in July 2003 by British Foreign Secretary Jack Straw ("a complete Horlicks"[2]) to describe irregularities in the preparation and provenance of a dossier regarding weapons of mass destruction in Iraq.
I can relate. I used to live in a place in Los Gatos that had some kind of plant growing somewhere that smelled like that.
Two words:
Nas. Tee.
Las Goatse.
It always comes back to goatse. A vicious circle.
Viscous?
Jack Straw.
From Wichita.
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From Wichita.
I was at that show.
wv:urnolog
am not
Far from this Op Er Ah for ever more
Gonna work the straw
Make the sweat drip out of every pore
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