Why Women Aren’t Funny

Vanity Fair: Christopher Hitchens On Why Women Aren’t Funny

This piece is titled “Provocation.” So I’m not really offended. I mean, come on; it’s Christopher Hitchens, what do you expect? Over at Scienceblogs, some bloggers have responded about the science, but I think they’re taking Hitchens too seriously. Here he goes:

Wit, after all, is the unfailing symptom of intelligence. Men will laugh at almost anything, often precisely because it is—or they are—extremely stupid. Women aren’t like that. And the wits and comics among them are formidable beyond compare: Dorothy Parker, Nora Ephron, Fran Lebowitz, Ellen DeGeneres. (Though ask yourself, was Dorothy Parker ever really funny?)

See? Provocation. But what does he mean about Dorothy Parker? Come on, Hitch, don’t be catty. Dorothy was vicious, but she was also very funny. Can’t a woman be both?

Hitchens later observes:

Precisely because humor is a sign of intelligence (and many women believe, or were taught by their mothers, that they become threatening to men if they appear too bright), it could be that in some way men do not want women to be funny. They want them as an audience, not as rivals.

I must agree with that. When women’s wit is mocking, it’s perceived as threatening. I admit, when I make people laugh, which I do, I’m usually being sarcastic. Uh-oh. Is that a bad idea?

In her entertaining yet depressing play-by-play of gender conflict, Are Men Necessary?: When Sexes Collide(Amazon), Maureen Dowd shares some pearls of philosophy from a book her mother gave her, How to Catch and Keep a Man:

Sarcasm is dangerous. Avoid it altogether. It ruins the aura of softness, womanliness, and kindness you should be attempting to create around yourself.

I’d laugh that off – after all, the book also advises that “men are fascinated by bright, shiny objects” – but as Dowd says a few pages later:

if there’s one thing men fear, it’s a woman who uses her critical faculties. Will she be critical of absolutely everything, even his manhood?

“Critical” and “funny” are not always the same thing. But they can be. They were for Dorothy Parker. That Hitchens thinks she wasn’t really funny is quite striking, because it supports Dowd’s contention. Perhaps he should have titled his piece, “Why Women Aren’t Funny To Men.” Or, “Why Women Aren’t Funny To Me.”

Anyway, I don’t like his generic, catch-all idea of humor. Humor is subjective. I’m bored by the Three Stooges, but adore Jon Stewart. Does that make me dour, or discriminating? Sarcastic humor and scatological humor – are they the same thing? Do they even activate the same part of the cortex? I doubt it. Although it’s amusing to contemplate the grant proposal for the PET study to find out.

At least, I think it’s amusing.

Oh dear.

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Let’s hit the pepper bar

The Examining Room of Dr. Charles: A Cure for Diabetes?

A very interesting blog entry (on a very interesting blog) about a Cell paper that’s gotten scant media attention. The paper implicates malfunctioning pancreatic neurons in autoimmune (Type I) diabetes. Dr. Charles’ explanation is very accessible, but if you want to go straight to the source, here’s the most relevant paragraph from the paper’s conclusion:

Elimination of TRPV1+ neurons by capsaicin, transient functional normalization by acute local sP injection, or replacement with wild-type trpv1 in Idd4 congenics has the same, islet-specific outcome: normalized insulin sensitivity and abrogation of insulitis, despite unimpeded generation of autoreactive lymphocytes that can transfer disease to untreated NOD hosts. The most parsimonious explanation unifying these observations is a local feedback interaction between β cells and the primary sensory neurons innervating islets (Figure S11), with nerve terminals responding to local insulin with release of neuropeptides that sustain β cell physiology in an optimal range. Normally, this interaction is in balance, but in the NOD mouse, hypofunction of TRPV1 unbalances the feedback, with β cell stress due to hyperinsulinism, insulin resistance, and infiltration by autoreactive T cell pools independently generated in the NOD mouse. Removing TRPV1 neurons leads to elimination of the unbalanced, pathogenic interaction, whereas administering sP exogenously may renormalize the interaction transiently.

Are you still reading this after that quote? Ha! Then you probably want the full text link for the Cell article. All one of you.

I always get a kick out of teaching pancreatic physiology and diabetes. Usually more than half my students have diabetic family members (mostly Type II) so the subject is relevant and personal. They always ask an unusual number of questions, most of which I can’t answer. So, like Dr. Charles, I’m also baffled that this paper didn’t get more media attention.

Still, given the way the media can garble science, perhaps anonymity is a good thing – I can anticipate people wolfing megadoses of hot peppers instead of injecting insulin. Ouch! Just in case, let me be clear: that wouldn’t work. Chili peppers do have promising health benefits, but simply eating them would not produce the effect seen in this Cell study, and eating excessive amounts may be a risk factor for gastric cancer.

Mmm, peppers. Now I want to go to Quizno’s.

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Are those data real?

John Wilkins at Evolving Thoughts has advice on how not to get your Cell paper retracted for improperly massaging images. This just happened to a group from Taiwan, and I don’t know the whole story, but Science is supposed to have an article about it Friday.

Now that most data are entirely digital from collection through publication, tweaking has become way too easy. I love Photoshop, but it’s important to recognize the difference between making a figure effective, and making the data themselves stronger. John’s rules are good ones.But I’d disagree with his statement that

Aesthetics do not matter in scientific papers; honesty does.

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Santa c/o ee cummings

Inspired by McSweeney’s, my friend Sylvia “discovered” this previously unknown poem by ee cummings (who apparently had a foot fetish).

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stockings are hung
lovingly (my love

and i are bare
foot & quietly wait for
our stockings – gently
to be filled) with
love, my love

i do not stir
my heart bare & your
bare heart
two hearts (our stockings full

Thanks, Sylvia!

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Roast me some chicken!

I'm William John Cavendish-Bentinck-Scott, the Fifth Duke of Portland!
Which Historical Lunatic Are You?
From the fecund loins of Rum and Monkey.

What? I’m a lunatic I’ve never even heard of?

You are William John Cavendish-Bentinck-Scott, the Fifth Duke of Portland!

Sometime Marquis of Tichfield, Earl of Portland, Viscount Woodstock, Baron of Cirencester, co-heir to the Barony of Ogle and renowned as the finest judge of horseflesh in England, you took the tradition of aristocratic eccentricity to unprecedented heights. Having inherited the stately home of Welbeck Abbey, you proceeded to construct miles of underground tunnels and a ballroom, in pink, beneath it. The ballroom was complete except for one small detail. It had no floor. Despite this vast home, you lived exclusively in a suite of five rooms, each one also pink.

Having been turned down by your opera singer objet d’amour, Adelaide Kemble, in your youth, you suffered a broken heart and never married. This did not stop you from caring deeply about the wellbeing of your servants. Occasionally you would even help them muck out the stables. However, you did not neglect discipline, forcing disobedient underlings to skate themselves to exhaustion on your subterranean skating rink. Servants were given strict instructions regarding conduct: if they met you in a corridor, they were to ignore your existence while you froze to the spot until they were out of sight; and a chicken was to be kept roasting at all times in case you felt like sneaking into the kitchen for a snack.

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Don’t hurt the raccoon!

To complement the disturbing stuffed animal theme of the previous post. . . the video for “Pretty Dress” from Seattle singer Rosie Thomas. Her new album, “These Friends of Mine,” was released yesterday.

Perhaps it’s just that it’s 4 am, but this video haunts me with unusual pathos. I think I ought to go to bed.

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A Case of Curiosities

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Tia Resleure
Winged Cat
Mixed Media, 2002

A Case of Curiosities is a site to explore – if, like me, you find preserved specimens fascinating, not gross. (A cabinet of curiosities is one of my favorite things). The site includes original artwork, the artist’s collection of vintage taxidermy ephemera, examples of restored Victorian taxidermy, and lots of intriguing trivia. I even learned a new biological term:

lu’ sus na • tu’ ræ [L.] A sport (frisk, caprice) or freak of nature.

This winged cat is an especially marvellous frisk, isn’t it?

Finally, Anna and Rob, whomever you are, you absolutely rock for having taxidermic art on your gift registry. I am in genuine awe.

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Beat until light, fluffy, and hypoallergenic

The words that manufacturers use in product packaging can be a little ambiguous. In an earlier post, I noted that the FDA permits the adjective “light” to be used in reference to the texture or appearance of a food, for example “light and fluffy,” as long as the manufacturer’s meaning is clear. That last bit is included because “light” also can mean “reduced-calorie” or “reduced-fat.” To avoid misleading consumers, Canada allows only this last sense of “light” in packaging, and forbids its use in reference to texture or color.

The Canadian regulation seems a bit harsh. After all, qualitative descriptions of “light and fluffy” food easily predate today’s obsession with the calorie. Almost all my mother’s cookie recipes ordain that I “beat until light and fluffy” some unhealthy melange of sugar, butter, and/or eggs. Google Book Search offers up this heart-stoppingly saturated vintage Buttermilk Cake recipe (from the Chicago Dietetic Association’s “Recipes for Institutions”, 1922):

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100 servings? Ms. Fischer was efficient.

A consumer can reasonably be expected to understand that, even if “light and fluffy,” Buttermilk Cake batter is not a reduced-calorie food. But other adjectives place an undue burden on the consumer, because they are not clearly defined. Hypoallergenic is arguably the worst of these. Many people aren’t even aware that they don’t know what it means.

Test yourself: which of the following is the best definition of hypoallergenic?

A. does not cause an allergic reaction
B. has a diminished potential for causing an allergic reaction
C. will reduce the number of allergens in the environment of the user
D. contains only extensively hydrolyzed proteins and/or free amino acids
E. fragrance-free
F. safe

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Santa, c/o Ginsberg, Plath and Poe

The December McSweeney’s gives us:

Poems That Were Considered and Rejected Before ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas Was Established as “the Official American Christmas Poem.”

I can’t decide which of the three I like best. But the faux-Poe perhaps best captures the confused fever of the pre-holiday frenzy:

The Jingle Bells
BY EDGAR ALLAN POE

Hear the jingle bells!
Hear them jingle!
How they jingle!
How they jangle!
And see the madman in the red suit!
Who is coming!
He sees you!
With wide wild eyes.
He wants you!
He sees you when you sleep!
He knows what mad dances
The reindeer make!
How they twirl and touch their antlers!
How their blood is stirred
By the madman they call Claus!
How merry they are
As they drink your blood and say,
“Merry Christmas to all,
And to all a good night!”
You are their daughter!
My love!

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“Just find all your own faults and insult yourself.”

Damn. I hate it when these things are mostly right!

Almost Perfect- INFP
33% Extraversion, 80% Intuition, 46% Thinking, 26% Judging
So, you want to make the world a better place? Too bad it’s never gonna happen.

Of all the types, you have to be one of the hardest to find fault in. You have a selfless and caring nature. You’re a good listener and someone who wants to avoid conflict. You genuinely desire to do good.

Of course, these all add up to an incredibly overpowered conscience which makes you feel guilty and responsible when anything goes wrong. Of course, it MUST be your fault EVERYTIME.

Though you’re constantly on a mission to find the truth, you have no use for hard facts and logic, which is a source of great confusion for those of us with brains. Despite this, in a losing argument, you’re not above spouting off inaccurate fact after fact in an effort to protect your precious values.

You’re most probably a perfectionist, which in this case, is a bad thing. Any group work is destined to fail because of your incredibly high standards.

Disregard what I said before. You’re just easy to find fault in as everyone else!

Luckily, you’re generally very hard on yourself, meaning I don’t need to waste my precious time insulting you. Instead, just find all your own faults and insult yourself.

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If you want to learn more about your personality type in a slightly less negative way, check out this.

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Link: The Brutally Honest Personality Test written by UltimateMaster on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test
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