I have some sympathy for the idea of political correctness. At its heart lies a message of kindness to your fellow man (or woman). Be nice to each other or else people will frown and you’ll find it slightly embarrassing. It has, of course, become de rigueur to take the piss out of political correctness as it is usually uttered with its standard suffix: ‘gone mad’. Even this in itself might be considered not politically correct, after all it could be offensive to those who really have gone mad (I mean, those who are suffering some from a mental illness).
These faintly amusing jokes can go on for ever, and they frequently do. Still, many people’s daily lives are blighted by a little too much political correctness, and many of us automatically correct for it as a matter of course. Still there’s good news, there’s one last bastion of our mental lives still holding up against the onslaught of PCness: our dreams.
Research from the University of Mannheim reports we are still resolutely non-PC in the things that we tend to dream about. Men like to dream about other men, violence, sex, cars and weapons while women dream about food, clothing and personal appearance.
Enjoy it while you can though because it’s probably only a matter of time before some sort of smart drug is introduced to ensure an equal opportunities policy while you sleep.
Fad diets are now so numerous that when the latest is introduced, the media must whack the scepticism up to maximum to have any hope of people reading past the first sentence.
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After yesterday’s optimistic
There are two lectures at the intellectual heart of this intelligent biopic of Alfred Kinsey, the sex researcher who dared to turn a scientific eye onto our sex lives. These reveal the two most important parts of Kinsey’s professional persona: His need to catalogue and collect and his desire to disseminate and educate.
The neurologist Dr Oliver Sacks provided a window into a mystifying parallel world of mental dysfunction in his book, “The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat”. The descriptions of his neurological patients inspired myriad plays, films and other artworks, and probably untold numbers of young neurologists and psychologists – including me. The profile in this weekend’s Guardian tells the story of his science-obsessed family and his remarkable life.
How much money will you have next week? How much time will you have next week? Chances are you are thinking much more time than money according to a study published this week. And if you’re unemployed then you’re probably right. Otherwise you’re probably wrong. To the human mind, time really doesn’t equal money – we treat the two quantities in quite different ways.