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Plops, Polyps and Fig.Plops, Polyps and Fig.Plops, Polyps and Fig. 04/09/2004 04:12 PM
There is a fun advertising campaign in Finland for the Plussa Card which is one of those 'you give us your shopping habit info and we give you discounts' cards. A guy dressed up as a big orange ball in what has to be the easiest acting gig ever attempts to seduce potential customers by smiling and saying "Plop plop, plop plop plop...." and watching other orange balls undergo mitosis. He charms a woman in one of the commercials and a few weeks later you see her in a Ms. Plop suit and conclude that she has been assimilated into the Plussa borg. It's cute in a Taster's Choice serial romance commercial from the early 90s kind of way and, similarly some of the best entertainment to be had on TV. It is rather annoying when in the infectious "plop plop plop.." creeps into your mind and stays there like a bad Barry Manilow jingle. Between the Plop Man and the "Syökää kanaa!" pig from McDonald's, I'm going to be forced to subject myself to a week of Supertramp and Christopher Cross to dislodge them. Today I saw Polyp Man™ in Ignatz' blog and immediately thought of Mr. Plop. Polyp Man™ is the mascot of Colorectal cancer awareness at the American Cancer Society. Polyp Man's tagline is "Get the test. Get the polyp. Get the cure." Shouldn't they reorder that to put the polyp first? Polyp Man™ gives new meaning to 'butt ugly'. I will expect to see the book I was a Rectal Polyp! someday laying out the evil Polyp Man™ underworld of the ACS in the style of Sedaris' Santaland Diaries which exposed the horrors of living the life as a Macy's Elf at Christmastime. I should think that Mr. Plop has a promising future as a rectal polyp when Plussa changes campaigns. Instead of saying "Plop" he could go to all the 'extended care' homes and say "Polyp!" over and over again until folks would go get tested just to escape the talking anal polyp. He could also be the new Mr. Fig Newton who, in the 80s, spawned a dance club craze inspired by the commercials where he danced like a sober white guy while singing "ooey gooey rich and chewy" in brown tights and balloonish brown fig costume. Who are these guys who dress up in tights, smile and dance around to get our attention. Is this the natural progression of clown evolution? Is there a conspiracy of advertising vampires and the manipulation of the populace via catchy jingles and guys in tights? Hmmmm....I feel used. Plop, plop plop PLOP!. This is a GrokNews Entry: (what is grok?)Plops, Polyps and Fig.Grok Headline matches for Plops, Polyps and Fig.New Computer-Aided Detection System
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Look at those who crave and hoard power, and who are indifferent to
suffering and death and destruction, and you'll probably find a
psychopathic personality who has been tipped over the edge by lack of
emotional connection. The lack of affection, and the neediness it
breeds, may be the toxic seed that grows into the architects of the
destruction of our world.I confess I have struggled with Glenn Parton's most recent pro-polyamory (free love) essays . It's not the ideal that bothers me, it's the amount of weight he puts on the idea: That if we all freely and unjealously found multiple sexual partners the basic problems of the world would be solved (I'm exaggerating, but not by much). This has bothered me especially because his earlier essays resonate so powerfully with me. So I've been giving it some thought and I think I see a reconciliation between his ideas and mine. I would argue that it is emotional neediness that underlies most of the antisocial, ecocidal behaviour that is destroying our world. I would acknowledge that a polyamory culture would be both a manifestation of a less emotionally needy world, and a means to reduce emotional neediness, though I doubt that it is either a necessary or sufficient condition to significantly reduce emotional neediness. First, some definitions. Needs versus wants. A need is a want that will lead to pain, illness or suffering if it is not met. Needs and wants can be physical (food, material possessions, sex), emotional (space, peace, natural connection, security, reassurance, to be loved, to be needed), or intellectual (share ideas and information). Nutritional food is a physical need. Personal possessions are physical wants. Sharing ideas and information are intellectual wants. Emotionally healthy people have few emotional needs other than the need for connection. Emotionally ill people, I would argue, have substantial emotional needs, bordering on the addictive. This article will attempt to present a theory of why there is so much emotional neediness in our modern world, and how this neediness is causing us to destroy our planet. I'm going to use myself as a case study, and I hope that this will help readers to understand the 'frames', the social worldview, underlying my argument. So I need to give you a brief history of my emotional life and health: I presume that as an infant I was needy, but that in the Gift Social Economy that was my world at that time I managed to somehow return the gifts of attention that my parents bestowed on me. As a baby I was attractive enough to be featured on the front page of the city paper. Until I was 8 or so that Gift Social Economy continued: The neighbourhood kids with whom I played were generous with their time and attentions, as was I. Everyone knew I was partial to one girl in particular, but to my knowledge there was no jealousy, as my infatuation never caused me to decline social interaction with anyone else. But then the Gift Social Economy gave way to a Competitive Market Social Economy: The cute girls began to hang out exclusively with the tall guys. The teachers began to favour the more obedient and diligent students as I grew bored with the lessons. My body grew slowly and awkwardly. I lacked, and didn't learn, social graces and coordination, so I couldn't dance or swim, was lousy at sports, and my face was ravaged by acne. My communication skills, written and oral, failed to develop. By the age of sixteen I was a shy, introspective teenager with few friends, and an average student. I was a daydreamer, and (showing my shattered ego and desperate need for 'popularity') I aspired to move to Australia and become a politician. I had nightmares, and I was anxious and unreasonably frightened of people and social interaction. And then at seventeen I discovered I loved poetry and literature and began to read, and then to write -- unoriginal, banal stuff atrociously written at first, but it improved with practice and encouragement from a wonderful small group of peers. And my increasing reading breadth gave me more authors to mimic in style and vocabulary. After a year I had become an accomplished writer and I graduated from high school with several scholarships, a renewed sense of self-confidence, and utterly, hopelessly, intellectually in love. From that enormous and sudden emotional high the crash was precipitous. I loathed university -- the idea of learning by sitting in a classroom and listening to someone talk seemed ridiculous to me. I was intellectually bored and emotionally numb. Then I went into the work-world and faced the humiliation of begging for crappy menial jobs. I sank into a serious depression (early 1970s -- a lot of that going around then). Then I began to succeed in the work world, moving up quickly. My social life went quickly from non-existent to frenzied, exploiting the lingering remains of the 'free love' era for all it was worth. My ego recovered (over-recovered) and then, when I realized that there was no depth to any of these relationships, I crashed again. For a couple of years my few friends worried that I would commit suicide. And then I met Anita, and she pulled me up, told me to grow up, introduced me to her extraordinary, open, well-balanced children, and made me what I am today. I re-engaged with the world, worked hard and successfully, taught myself to be creative, and leveraged my ambition and skills into several promotions, until I once again hit the wall five years ago. My depression returned. I found my newest job, which tore me away from customers and had me working for a guy whose leadership style and vision were the antithesis of mine, to be ill-suited to my talents as a writer, an idea cross-pollinator, and a skilled coach of entrepreneurs. We moved to our new neighbourhood in the country, which I love, but my intellectual restlessness continued. It was filled in part by a voracious increase in reading and then by this weblog. I quit the job, and with it left the depression behind. I'm still struggling with my 'Second Career' decision, and I'm nervous about where my life is going, but I'm confident and happy. Even my growing sense of despair about where our world is headed can't get me down. The three periods in my life when I lacked emotional connection -- late childhood and adolescence, early twenties, late forties -- led to emotional neediness, which in turn led to emotional illness (depression) and then to anti-social behaviour (withdrawal, anger etc.) That's a bit of an oversimplification of my roller-coaster life, but it's pretty accurate. I was lucky -- three times I fell victim to emotional disconnection and three times I was rescued by those who cared, or to some extent rescued myself. I've always been blessed with great 'support groups'. I've talked, especially in recent years, to dozens of people who recount this same downward spiral in themselves and/or many people they know -- starting with being emotionally cut off, through exaggerated emotional neediness, emotional illness and anti-social, even pathological behaviour. It manifests itself in different ways but the pattern, illustrated in the top chart above, recurs with astonishing regularity. I've known a number of very wealthy people, and in those environments emotional disconnection seems almost endemic. Parents are detached in showing affection (or any other emotion) to their children, they're often physically absent, the kids go to private schools where they associate only with others of their 'station', they learn all the social graces but never seem very comfortable with other people, almost as if they've lived their lives in a bubble. They tend to either conform to a disturbing degree or all-out rebel at some point in their lives, and substance abuse and other addictions are common among them in adolescence and early adulthood (sound like any politicians you know?) Then they fall into line and behave outwardly in an acceptable manner, but by then the damage is done. Most of them are psychopathic personalities:
These are behaviours of the emotionally disconnected, playing themselves out in dangerous ways. The few people I knew who were physically abused as children manifested nearly identical behaviours. All of these people hurt, in turn, orders of magnitude greater numbers of others. A disproportionate number end up in positions of power and influence, positions which seem to draw them, perhaps to serve as a salve for their emotional emptiness. "If you don't want to connect with me emotionally", they seem to be saying, "then I'll get so powerful and so successful at manipulation and scheming you damned well won't have any choice". Rich or poor, power over someone is very important to them. Scratch a political tyrant, a corrupt business leader, a polluter, a pimp, a spouse or child or animal abuser, and nine times out of ten you'll find that emotional hollowness, that vestige of disconnection. The vast majority of such people, for some reason, are male. As Kurt Vonnegut has argued, I suspect it's because they're such expert liars, and so manipulative, insecure, ambitious, addicted to power and needy for attention, that they end up holding a wildly disproportionate sway over political, economic, social, educational, media and other activity in our world, and as such their psychopathy is playing itself out in massive ecological and human destruction. Only an emotionally damaged psychopath would fly back from his private ranch to sign a bill to force nurses to keep a brain-dead woman alive indefinitely, yet knowingly wouldn't so much as lift a finger to help the half a million in Darfur who are suffering from relentless and savage brutality, deprivation and overt genocide. How many unhappy couples do you know that are bound together in co-dependence rooted in emotional disaffection earlier in (or even throughout) their lives? He desperately needs to be loved, and if he's not well placed enough or ruthless enough to build his fan base politically, economically, coercively, he will command it from the one he claims to love, and the children conceived with that love. He's jealous, angry, yet somehow emotionally distant, insensitive. She, on the other hand, needs to be needed -- and he's the perfect antidote because he needs so badly. What possible hope is there for the children of such a dysfunctional relationship, with this horrific model the only one they know to follow when their emotional emptiness and need begins to manifest itself? So that's the theory -- neglect or ignore or abuse a child and he'll grow up to ruin the lives, livelihoods and environment of hundreds or thousands, and will have children who will perpetuate the cycle. The answer lies not so much in polyamory as in community-- a connected community (not the transient neighbourhoods of coincidence and convenience most of us live in today) where affection and attention is gifted generously, and where everyone feels emotionally whole, fulfilled, healthy, and secure. This in turn creates a virtuous cycle, as that emotional warmth and connection breeds generous, self-confident behaviours, behaviours that heal heartache,discharge fear and loneliness, and in so doing heal our whole planet . A planet where there is no need to destroy the world to fill the empty place inside. |
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