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[lady_t_220]

Oh, fuck, funniest shit ever.
JR just came back from kinesthesiology workshop and declared himself gluten intollerant.
Want to know how they came to this mind-bending conclusion? Not by empirical testing OR ANY EVIDENCE OF COELIAC TRAITS, no.
By holding a bag of bread in his left hand, holding his right arm out and seeing how much his arm bobbed up and down when you press it.

Oh. My. Fucking. Fuck.

I would like to point out that despite his protestations there was actually no difference in his arm-wobbliness when holding bread, shortbread, a box of rice crispies, or an apple. You want to know why?
BECAUSE IT IS SHIT. UTTER SHIT. TOTAL SHIT. AND I AM DRUNK ENOUGH TO HAVE TOLD THEM IT IS SHIT. TO THEIR FACES. OH GOD.


I LIVE WITH IDIOTS. SOMEONE PLEASE SAVE ME.

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[kristi510.livejournal.com]

I could make him gluten-free cupcakes...

[jaguarx13.livejournal.com]

I actually used to use muscle testing in my massgage practice all the time, and so did my chiropractor. I still use it on myself from time to time. When done properly, it can be a useful secondary diagnostic tool. Note the word 'secondary.'

I also had no celiac disease symptoms before diagnosis, so that is possible. Though I now know my migraines are cause by it.

Probably none of which you wanted to hear ...

[lady-t-220.livejournal.com]

It's not even that, seriously, it's blind faith in absolutes and answers.
Blind faith does not make it a truth. It's an option, sure, I'm not going to dismiss it out of hand, but an option is not a definitive. And it's the treatment of a potential as a defined and measureable absolute that tweaks my buttons.
It is not a definitivate, in the same way anti-depressants are not definitives. It's one methodolgy in a sea of methods and blind faith in it as a certainty does not neccessarily make it true.
And there's like this lacking piece of reasonable doubt between 'potential' and 'absolute' that is perfectly in place when it comes to scientific method and totally missing when it comes to anything else.

[katduza.livejournal.com]

You know what realy worrys me is that now I'm on a possible journey to see wether I'm affected by it, and now that JR thinks he's DEF Gluton Intolerant....
Oh Lord, he's going to be trying to compare notes with me and saying how sick he is, and how he ate one biscuite and he will have to lie down now ..
ARGH!

[lady-t-220.livejournal.com]

Or he might just poke you on the arm!

[artemis2050.livejournal.com]

You're right, of course, but Darwin help you if you try taking them on over it.

I haven't had a conversation with my mother in the last ten years that didn't involve some kind of utter bullshit. Someday it may dawn on her that we'd have MORE conversations if every single goddamn time I talk to her I have to listen to nonsense about her idiotic beliefs. And I never bring it up. SHE DOES.

Keep fighting the good fight. We'll lose in the short run, mind you, but eventually either we'll win or the world will be brought to a premature end by people who confuse 'science' with 'random bullshit someone made up.'

Let's both have another drink, shall we?

[lady-t-220.livejournal.com]

Seriously, if she didn't maintain such a patronising "You just don't understand" standpoint, I'd be a lot more tollerant of the weirdness.
OK, I don't understand. Don't just stand there being superior, explain it to me. But yet, somehow, they can't (or won't) and so I do continue to get angry about it. Because if they're not going to present any evidence to the contrary aside from their own nebulous sense of rightness, of course I'm going to maintain my own standpoint of reasonable doubt and assume that it's utter bollocks until proven otherwise.

She keeps trying to draw me on the topic at the moment, which is worse. Because after the lovely argument that came right after this original post, she now KNOWS that the topic makes me angry and yet she keeps chipping away, telling me little tidbits of persuasive nonsense like this is supposed to make me re-think my standpoint of blanket cynicism.
Like the only reason we argued was because I was drunk and irrational at the time.
No, I was not. I was drunk, yes, but I was just drunk enough to think the consequences of unleashing the bottled-up fury I have been sitting on for months now would be worth finally getting it off my chest.
I said not one thing in that argument I do not still stand by and wouldn't say again right now, and yet she keps treating it like I was labouring under impaired judgement at the time and could be persuaded otherwise now I am more rational.
If anything it's proving itself to be working the other way around.

I wouldn't even mind so much but she's a bloody biologist. She can maintain reasonable doubt over every development presented by the scientific community (and that's good, reasonable doubt is needed, data can be skewed and statistics manipulated and agendas catered to even with the purest of conclusions) but that same sense of reasonable doubt is just *missing* when it comes to everything else.

And to be honest, I genuinely worry about them being taken for a ride by knowing charletains. And she refuses to contemplate that my concern is a legitimate one.

[artemis2050.livejournal.com]

Darlin', you are so preaching to the choir here. This is exactly what my mother always tries too (with the notable lack of any degree in science, just a lot of whining about "But how do you KNOOOOOOWWWWW for sure? It COULD be true! You don't know!"). And yeah, I damn well do know (fill in the blank) is bullshit, because it makes no goddamn fucking sense to anyone who knows ten cents' worth of how the world works.

Never underestimate, however, the idiocy and bloody-mindedness of a person with a degree and an agenda, because they are convinced that they cannot be fooled. And oh, are they wrong. And you are very right...they get taken worse than anyone. Keep an open mind, but not so open that your brains fall out.

And disclaimer here, and hoping this doesn't cause any offense, because really I'm a huge Anglophile, but that inbred creature with the flapping ears that's next in line for the throne needs to STFU about medical matters, like, pronto. What a moron.

Here, have an HJ image I probably snaffled from you in the first place. Would something pornographic help? I've been working on something...

[lady-t-220.livejournal.com]

but that inbred creature with the flapping ears that's next in line for the throne needs to STFU about medical matters, like, pronto.

Ooooohyeah...

It's a miracle! Take physics and bin it!
Water has memory. And while its memory
Of a long-lost drop of onion-juice seems infinite
It somehow forgets all the poo it's had in it.