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Something I have been learning about myself recently: if someone says I am supposed to do some specific thing, or that that thing is a requirement – that sort of hard and fast language – then I will tend to do that thing if I can manage it, no matter how difficult, tedious, or pointlessly overkill it seems

It turns out that in the real world (or at least many parts of it), no one works on this basis.  People who give strict-sounding instructions assume that when they say you “have to” do X, almost no one will actually do X, and most people will do part of X and not the whole thing.  They then scale up their demands to anticipate this.  Often, when someone says “you must do these 10 things,” and you actually do all 10 things, they will act impressed but a bit scared and perhaps ask concerned questions about how much sleep and free time you’re getting

This is baffling to me!  The reason is that if I meet the stated “requirement,” I know I’m safe.  I did what was asked, and the asker / the world can’t complain, or rather they can complain but not about that aspect of things.  If I’m supposed to decide on my own how much to violate the stated rule, how the hell am I supposed to know what is the “right” amount of non-compliance?  When you say “10,” do you mean “3 is fine and 5 would be great,” or do you mean “5 is perfectly sufficient but 3 will make everything explode,” or “most people will do 5 to 7 but I’m keeping my eye out for the really great productive people who do 9-10,” or …

I don’t have a cost function!  Just tell me the cost function!  What am I supposed to do, make one up?  You’re the one who knows what your standards are based on, not me!

So then realistically you get these cases where people casually say “oh yeah you have to do this absurdly difficult thing, have it on my desk tomorrow morning” and I know that even if I could do it, I can’t just blow all my time and energy and stress-credits on every suspicious request like this that comes along, and so I do a half-assed job of 40% of the thing and then am left in a state of anxious uncertainty until I get a response.  Did I embarrass myself?  Did I heroically go above and beyond the call of duty?  Who knows?!?!

Meanwhile there are apparently people who just do the 40% (or 20%, or 80%) and think “yeah, that seems about right” and feel perfectly fine with that assumption?  I guess?  How??

I just watched the Black Mirror episode with the social media numbers and now I’m feeling guilty again about how rarely I get insulted on tumblr dot com relative to some other people I know and like (say @philippesaner on the dash right now), because it clearly means I’m hiding my true, evil self or smth

(The actual answer is probably that I’m not angry/passionate enough about any particular issue, which is due somewhat to temperament but also in part to my pretty comfortable current position in life; I’m privileged enough that I can afford to be un-problematic)

My dad said he’d heard good things about the Black Mirror 2014 Christmas special and wanted to watch it, so yesterday evening we did, and, like, it was good, it was well-done, but I just kept thinking “this is exactly like a nightmare I would have”

Then later in the evening I thought “you know I loved the first season of Utopia (the British show) but I never did watch the second season, even though it got good reviews,” and I started watching it, and it’s also (as of 2 episodes) good and well-done and very bleak and depressing, qualitatively moreso than the first season

I find “paranoid PKD-ian human drama about people with horrible deeds weighing on their consciences” a very appealing genre but watching too much of it probably isn’t good for me, I imagine

isaacsapphire:
“ inquisitorhierarch:
“ betterbemeta:
“ volfish:
“ evnw:
“ railroadsoftware:
“ handsomejackass:
“ horse people are weird
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what does this mean
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horses can see demons
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@betterbemeta are you able to translate this? Is it true horses...

isaacsapphire:

inquisitorhierarch:

betterbemeta:

volfish:

evnw:

railroadsoftware:

handsomejackass:

horse people are weird

what does this mean

horses can see demons

@betterbemeta are you able to translate this? Is it true horses can see netherbeings?? Will we ever know the extent of their powers???

I think I have reblogged this before but I’ll answer it again bc its a fascinating answer I feel and i was more funny than informational last time.

The truth is that horses see what they think are nether beings, I guess. They have a perfect storm of sensory perception that, useful for prey beings, marks false positives on mortal danger all the time. Which is advantageous to a flight-based prey species: running from danger when you’re super fast is much ‘cheaper’ than fighting, so you waste almost nothing from running from a threat that’s not there. Versus, you blow everything if you don’t see a threat that is there.

Horses also have their eyes positioned on the sides of their heads, which gives them an incredible range of peripheral vision almost around their entire body with only a few blind spots you can sneak up on them in. But this comes at the cost of binocular vision; they can only judge distance for things straight ahead of them. Super useful for preventing predators sneaking up from the sides or behind, but useless for recognizing familiar shapes with the precision we can.

Basically we now have a walking couch with anxiety its going to get attacked at any second, that can see almost everything, but mostly only out of the corner of its eye. It has a few blind spots and anything that suddenly appears out of them is terrifying to it. Combine that with that it actually has far superior low-light vision than us, and that its ears can swivel in any directions like radar dishes, and you’ve basically given a nervous wreck a highly accurate but imprecise danger-dar.

To be concise: all horses, even the most chill horses, on some level believe they are living in a survival horror.

This means that you could approach it in a flapping poncho and if it can’t recognize your shape as human, they mistake you for SATAN… or you could pass this one broken down tractor you’ve passed 100 times on a trail ride, but today is the day it will ATTACK… or your horse could feel a horsefly bite from its blind spot and MAMA, I’VE BEEN HIT!!!… or you could both approach a fallen log in the woods but in the low light your horse is going to see the tree rings as THE EYE OF MORDOR.

However, they actually have kind of a cool compensation for this– they are social animals, and instinctively look towards leadership. In the wild or out at pasture, this is their most willful, pushy, decisive leader horse who decides where to go and where it’s safe. But humans often take this role both as riders and on the ground. They are always watching and feeling for human reactions to things. This is why moving in a calm, decisive way and always giving clear commands is key to working with this kind of animal. Confusing commands, screaming, panic, visible distress, and chaos will signal to a horse that you, brave leader are freaked out… so it should freak out too!

On one hand, you’ll get horses that will decide that they are the leader and you are not, so getting them to listen to you can be tough– requiring patience and skill more than force. On the other hand, a good enough rider and a well-trained horse (or a horse with specialized training) can venture into dangerous situations, loud and scary environments, etc. calmly and confidently.

The joke in OP though is that many horses that are bred to be very fast, like thoroughbreds, are also bred and encouraged to be high-energy and highstrung. Making them more anxious and prone to seeing those ‘demons.’ All horses in a sense are going to be your anxious friend, but racehorses and polo ponies and other sport horses can sometimes be your anxious friend that thinks they live in Silent Hill.

Reblogging some horse knowledge for certain people who write fantasy books but know nothing about horses *cough cough*

I’m not sure if horses can actually see demons, but this has been suspected by people for a very long time https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Taraxippus

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@funereal-disease

fwiw, the quotes you selected (12) sound like they were written by the personification of my anxiety

Not specifically the focus on men – my brain typically goes for “there is something special about me and only me that makes me a constant danger to others,” and it tends to identify that something as “my brain is deficient somehow and I don’t understand the psychology of normal humans”

But the way the rules are vague and broad enough that it’s hard to be sure you’re ever not violating one of them, and the explicit encouragement to be constantly on guard for violations, along with the notion that the discomfort you feel over the broadness/vagueness is itself a sign of your deficiency and something you ought to hide in public, along with everything else

“Beware men who are uncomfortable with this list” is blatantly creepy/controlling but even leaving that aside – look, friend, I am uncomfortable with everything

veronicastraszh:
“ nostalgebraist:
“ zjemptv:
“ nostalgebraist:
“ baroquespiral:
“ nostalgebraist:
“ Thanks, Zinnia, I am sure it will come as a shock to her that there are treatments for OCD, given that mysteriously OCD somehow continues to affect...

veronicastraszh:

nostalgebraist:

zjemptv:

nostalgebraist:

baroquespiral:

nostalgebraist:

Thanks, Zinnia, I am sure it will come as a shock to her that there are treatments for OCD, given that mysteriously OCD somehow continues to affect her life despite being treatable, I mean lol that’s weird right? also I bet she has not tried yoga, have you suggested that

holy fucking SHIT whatever else anyone thinks of the original article, how privileged do you even have to be to look at a price tag ranging from $20000 to $50000 from what I’ve looked at and a) go “There is that, but” b) then start talking about life-year bullshit

the only other place I ever hear this “adjusted life-year” stuff is around Effective Altruism, where it’s used in relation to the fact that poor people lose QALYs over all kinds of stuff that could be resolved if they had more money, which is why you give money to them.  and we live in a culture where any kind of cost can be abstractly converted to money, where economic analysts convert the costs of climate change and war and genocide to price tags so yeah you could argue with anything that… poor people are wasting money by being poor, if they really didn’t want to be poor they could just stop wasting all that money! but jesus fuck what kind of Dickens villain would you have to be to do that.

I mean people these days usually go to college specifically because it will allow them to make way more money down the line, and go into incredible debt expecting to be able to pay it back with that money in the future, and there are still people who can’t afford college.  you could probably do something like this with home ownership, not that I’d know, I’ve never really sat down to calculate that in terms of fucking QALYs because all I know is for the foreseeable future, I can’t afford a damn house

Wow, yeah

For easy reference, here are the tweets @baroquespiral is talking about.  The first is a riff on the line from the original piece “[…] there are social and financial repercussions to transitioning that I cannot afford emotionally or financially”

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I don’t understand why you think suggesting pursuing potentially effective OCD treatments is the equivalent of suggesting someone treat their OCD with yoga. There are a number of established treatments that can be effective and are not related to yoga. They have an evidence base that’s stronger than what you’re apparently trying to connote when you compare this to yoga.

Also, disability-adjusted life years are a metric used by the WHO and other public health organizations. The original poster made reference to the potential quantifiable repercussions of transitioning; I made reference to the potential quantifiable repercussions of not transitioning. This doesn’t really have anything to do with telling poor people to stop being poor or telling people to go to college and it’s pointlessly dismissive to characterize an established metric in this way.

My point was that someone with diagnosed OCD is likely to be aware of the standard treatments.  As with many psychiatric conditions, the treatments are ineffective for some people, are only partially effective for others, and may not mitigate some symptoms as much as others.  The fact that someone’s life is impacted nontrivially by OCD symptoms provides, in itself, very little evidence that they haven’t pursued treatment.

I’ve often seen people use “have you tried yoga?” as a stock example of unhelpful mental illness advice, and the yoga line was just a reference to that.  I didn’t mean to suggest that standard OCD treatments lacked an evidence base, just that “there are treatments for OCD” is unhelpful mental illness advice.

I wrote more about the relevance of DALYs to this particular case here.  I didn’t take @baroquespiral​ to be responding to the invocation of DALYs in itself – I think their point was that it looked like you were doing a cost-benefit analysis (DALYs are commonly used in calculating cost-effectiveness), and telling someone that the benefits are worth the costs is unhelpful when they simply can’t afford the costs to begin with.  (One can be mistaken about the magnitude of the social costs, but “I can’t afford it financially” is a pretty solid barrier, no matter how good the other side looks.)

But wait, where did numbers like 20,000 - 50,000 come from? What are those for, in relation to what Zinnia was talking about? Even if self-medicating, HRT costs nothing like that.

Plus you are making your own assumptions. The original author did not explain her precise financial situation. She never said, “I just cannot afford HRT.” She said there are “financial reprucutions.” Which, yep, there are. That’s not the same thing.

Plus, you know, other people are reading this. If one person gets to publish their “transition is too hard narrative” – well maybe it is for them. I ain’t gonna kick down their door. But maybe they are trapped in psychological self-defeat cycle of their own making. 

I dunno. Neither do you. Neither do THEY, not really. (Sometimes people are wrong.)

Others deserve to hear our side also.

I spent hard decades LITERALLY UNAWARE that I had real options.

You know who first explained my options to me – no lie (I mentioned this before) – it was Zinnia Jones.

So yeah, you can take HRT. You can fix your shit. Sometimes. She told me that. She’s saying those same things now.

If this woman really-really cannot, then so it goes. Sucks for her.

HRT works. If you’re trans, you can probably make it work. No, really you can. It seems so hard, and then you do it, and then it wasn’t so hard at all.

This is a really fucking important message.

if you’re trans, HRT works better than you probably think it will. This is true both body and mind. So many of us wait so long, carving our bodies and longing for the guts to eat a gun. Cuz we have zero hope.

I didn’t think I could. I was planning my fucking suicide. I reached out to Zinnia and she explained a bit about HRT, some real options I could try. I tried them. They worked.

Rob, you know me – I am speaking hard-learned truth.

Trust me, there are reasons we are saying these things.

I respect that.  And I understand, I think, what it was about the original piece that made people angry (not just critical).  Several people said it sounded like it was a celebration of a miserable place they used to be in, and that they’re immensely thankful they’ve left.  Esther said it might be like the way she feels when someone converts to Catholicism.

Much of the reason the original article interested me was that it was a perspective I had never seen before.  I didn’t take it as some sort of “transition: not as great as you’ve been told” thing.  I just had never heard anyone describe being in that position.  (I’m not sure what other people made of it; it came up on my dash a lot and all I remember seeing was a number of tags and comments like “I relate to this.”)

The thing that got me worked up about some of the angry reactions I saw were that they seemed … angry not at the effect the article was going to produce, and not even at the author for the way she chose to write, but angry at the author as a person.  Like, rushing in to pry apart the article and show that somehow her experience didn’t hold up, it was inauthentic or incoherent or like she “ought to know” not to have the reactions she was having.  (I didn’t think this about your, Veronica’s, responses, just Zinnia’s and especially collaterlysisters’.)  It would be bad if this were the only story out there, but the rush to – take it down, debunk it, almost – like there couldn’t even be one such story as opposed to zero – that rubbed me wrong.

I don’t post about everything I see online that I don’t like.  In this case I did get quite worked up about it.  Looking in my drafts I have all of 3 unfinished attempts to explain why (although one is only a few sentences).  I guess it gets back to the stuff in the Sandifer empathy post and the worry that I have to be insincere to be taken as authentic, and that if I try to loosen up and be sincere I will be taken as inauthentic.  It’s the kind of ironic bind that a brain like mine will get just stuck on and stay there.

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I am almost certainly cis (at least, it’s not a question I lose any sleep over, which in itself is pretty strong evidence) but, for whatever reason, criticism of that “I Am A Transwoman” article fucks me up emotionally

Like, I’m not (I think) defensive of it because of its “thesis,” if it had one, or because it panders to my preexisting opinions, but (I think) because the shape of the personal narrative, with its darkly funny ironies, feels very familiar to me, and the “lmao you’re just Wrong about some stuff and you’ll grow up and figure it out eventually” type responses are also a familiar part of that narrative shape, so it brings out that feeling in me of “yes, this is precisely what happens when one tries to talk openly in this way; it never works; you’re clearly a rhetorical virtuoso and I’ve tried to make myself into one but you can’t make it work that way; it just is never going to work and that’s our lot“

(I don’t actually claim some objective mental kinship between me and the author, but, subjectively, it feels like there is one and that is driving the emotional response)

I really need to start working soon, but for now, here’s the promised follow-up to this post

Esther has gotten me to start watching Doctor Who with her.  (Series 5, which is emotionally important to her because it helped her through a really tough time.  I have simultaneously gotten her into Homestuck, which it so happens I was clinging to during a bad time of my own – though a comparatively much milder one – at around the same time she was clinging to DW Series 5.)

And Doctor Who is of course ridiculously entertaining and also, of course, a very cartoonish and unrealistic show.  The Doctor, in particular, is clearly a kind of savior fantasy, a charismatic man who can waltz into a seemingly hopeless situation, maintain his characteristic cheer and wit and compassion-for-all-beings in spite of that situation, and reliably come up with some combination of clever planning, luck and technobabble that saves the day.

But here is the thing.  I have noticed that when I am helping Esther deal with her brain problems, I feel a whole lot like the Doctor.

I do not always enjoy helping people with their brain problems.  There are some people whose episodes of anxiety or depression (etc.) produce behavior that reliably scares me, makes me extremely anxious myself, or makes me feel guilty or subhuman.  I don’t want it to sound like I am enjoying this process because I get to be some sort of self-sacrificial savior.  With some people it would be like that, but with Esther it isn’t.  It doesn’t feel hard or self-sacrificial at all.

What it feels like is, well … Esther’s anxieties tend to be about really terrible things – not just losing her job or something, but being a dream figment who’s about to disappear forever, or going to hell, or being the most unethical being in existence.  And, first of all, she finds it anxiolytic to just be around me, to see me and hear my voice.  And second, these are the kinds of existential or philosophical or science-fictional worries that can actually be helped (in her case) by arguments, about the epistemic grounds for God, about how one might know if one is dreaming, about competing theories of ethics and their troubling flaws.

And those kinds of arguments are my strong suit – I mean, I can generate that sort of thing even when I’m in a state where I can’t remember ordinary words or manage to clothe and feed myself.  It comes naturally.  (Which, historically, has tended to seem to me like a sign that I’m one of those unworldly Bazinga! nerds who Just Doesn’t Get It in mundane life situations and thus always ends up hurting people)

But now, I can waltz in to a hopeless cosmic-horror scenario, and be instantly comforting just because of who I am and what I look and sound like, and then use the particular sort of cleverness that comes naturally to me to devise a plan and get everyone out safely.  While cracking jokes and being gratuitously nice.

I’m the Doctor.

It really is possible, sometimes.

This is an Amateur Sociology Fanblog

ursaeinsilviscacant:

“You might be wrong” is not a reason to not have opinions. It’s a reason to have opinions but be willing to change them.

If you say “I am not The Smartest, so I am banned from opinions forever” you will stagnate in fear.

Like, I see a lot of stuff warning against overconfidence in LW circles and also in non-LW circles of people interested in rationality and self improvement. And I don’t doubt this is useful for some people. For some people it probably leads to research, mind-changing and openness to new ideas. It leads to trusting experts of snake-oil salesmen.

But for me, it makes me afraid to research things, afraid to talk to people, afraid to even think thoughts because what if I am wrong? It’s a paralyzing fear, not a salutary one.

This is also one reason it took me so long to leave the church. When I expressed anxiety about the problem of evil, I got “how can you complain when the great saints suffered so much and still loved God?” When I wondered aloud whether the reasons transubstantiation and the trinity sounded like self-contradictory nonsense was because they were actual self-contradictory nonsense I got “Do you really think you’re smarter than Augustine and Aquinas?”

People will say “but philosophers are the experts on whether God exists, and most philosophers are atheists!” but when I was a Catholic I thought the Church Fathers were the experts, and how was I, a poor benighted non-expert either way, allowed to have an opinion on which group was experts?

Being wrong is fixable and rarely world-ending. It is okay to be wrong sometimes. Being wrong is not good, but it is better to risk being wrong than to, for example, lie on your bedroom floor crying because you’re not allowed to have dinner because you’re not allowed to think “I know I need to eat” because that’s Amateur Biology and you have Insufficient Expertise to be allowed opinions.

(Ozy, since this post is implicitly criticising your writing, you are perfectly welcome to respond to it is you wish, although I still prefer not to interact with you in general, but I do not think you are bad as a human being and wish you success and happiness in your personal life.)

The weird thing about “if being online triggers you, how are you going to deal with The Real World” is that being on social media sites IME is far more of a nonstop psychological minefield than a lot of “Real World” tasks

Whenever I spend the whole day working on my dissertation and come back to Facebook/tumblr (or, god help me, twitter) I’m just like “wait, this is what I do to relax?  I want to go back to finding bugs in my code, that was pleasant and simple and didn’t feel at all like getting thousands of discordant thoughts telepathically jammed into my mind at once”

Social media is good for meeting people but it’s actually terrible as a designated slacking-off activity, I think