The notion that Bush passed his prescription drug bill “under pressure from Congressional Democrats” is bizarre. Republicans controlled both houses of Congress at the time, and exerted massive pressure to pass the bill. The coalition that squeezed the bill through after the vote was held open for hours consisted of 207 Republicans and 9 Democrats. Some pressure!
McMegan goalpost moving to commence in 3…2….1
And since we’re talking about inexplicably employed writers, this review of Bobo Brooks The Social Animal is a delicious ‘bless his Bobo heart’ filleting of the book:
The Social Animal also features much talk of the molecules that course through various characters. A sample:
“As Julia and Rob semi-embraced, they silently took in each other’s pheromones. Their cortisol levels dropped.”
“Later in their relationship, Rob and Julia would taste each other’s saliva and then collect genetic information.”
“When parents do achieve this attunement with their kids, then a rush of oxytocin floods through their brains.”
“But the caudate nucleus and the VTA [ventral tegmental area] are also parts of something else, the reward system of the mind. They produce powerful chemicals like dopamine, which can lead to focused attention, exploratory longings, and strong, frantic desire. Norepinephrine, a chemical derived from dopamine, can stimulate feelings of exhilaration, energy, sleeplessness, and loss of appetite. Phenylethylamine is a natural amphetamine that produces feelings of sexual excitement and emotional uplift.”
All this molecule talk presents some problems (besides cringe-inducing prose). First it grows tiresome. Reading The Social Animal is too often like reading a story in English and then in translation. Something happens in Brooks’s narrative and then it happens again, at the level of molecules. By the end, it’s easy to hate all those molecules, most of which seem intent on slowing Brooks’s story (and it’s slow enough already).
Someday Brooks will have his own category at Bulwer-Lytton.




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“As Julia and Rob semi-embraced, they silently took in each other’s pheromones. Their cortisol levels dropped.”
Bom-chicka-bow-wow.
Watch out Ross, there’s a new
Worst. Penthouse. letter. ever.
“Dear Penthouse,
I never thought my cortisol levels would rise precipitously following shortly upon an exchange of saliva and pherenomes…”
Once again: “Sex is for making babies & it makes your body ugly afterwards & let’s not talk about it!!”
Maybe it could be considered an odd, inferior off-shoot of science-fiction.
It was a dark and stormy ventral tegmental area. The neurons, the Cockney neurons, for that is where our story lies, fired off in a dazzling, almost aurora-like display, whipped ever higher and higher by the cortex thingy.
I clicked on Megan McCardle and got a BSOD on an infinite loop, no safe boot possible. Ran chkdsk on her brain. Too many bad sectors, memory faulty.
I once unwisely initiated a correspondence with Megan in an attempt to give her the basics of human nutrition and how the body processes and stores what people eat, etc.
We got to the part where I told here that carbohydrates to fat is a one way street: Sugar, starches, etc, get turned into fat for storage in the human body, but fat can’t be processed to get cardohydrates for an energy source.
It was like a lock-out, she couldn’t process the fact that human physiology works this way.
Because of that, she wouldn’t understand anything else on the subject, unless I was going to talk about the gall bladder, so I withdrew.
“The eyes are open, the
mouth movesfingers type, but Ms Brain has long since departed, hasn’t she, Megan?”Did your conversation involve pink Himalayan salt? Because that’s one of the few components of human nutrition McMegan understands.
I have to say that a typical attribute of most conservatives is social retardation. It’s especially pronounced in “social conservatives.”
So many levels of irony, really. They think it’s totally awesome to elect someone “you’d like to have a beer with.” Would anyone like to have a beer with someone like David Brooks? What about Jonah Goldberg? Or Roger Douthat? Ann Coulter? Need I go on? Could you imagine anything more awkward and stilted than spending an evening with any of these people?
Can you name any conservative comedians (that are worth a damn, anyway)? What about conservative musicians (sorry, “Cat Scratch Fever” doesn’t count as music, so that pretty much leaves Nugent out)?
So to have a conservative write a book on the way social interaction works is like Rush Limbaugh writing a book on exercise. Or Courtney Love writing a book on vaginal hygiene.
You get the idea.
I’d probably have a beer with Brooks, but I wouldn’t want to shake his hand immediately after he’d been reading a biology textbook.
OH, Gawd. I’m a chemist by profession, but now I will never mention that in polite society again.
And I’m feeling nauseous……
The act of lovemaking nearly complete, the dopaminergic neurons of the Ventral Tegmental Area increased their firing rate, action potentials propogating forward through the medial forebrain bundle to their axon fields in the shell of the nucleus accumbens. The membrane depolarization traveled to the end of these axons, causing a shift in the structure of calcium channels and flooding the presynaptic terminals with divalent cations, which bound tightly to nearby synaptotagmin proteins, beginning a rapid cascade of events which would cause the docked synaptic vesicles, loaded with dopamine and primed for release, to flood into the synaptic cleft, rapidly binding to the receptors of the GABAergic and cholinergic neurons nanometers away. Cyclic AMP levels of these neurons rose, increasing some types of protein phosphorylation and activating potassium channels, inhibiting their firing. His neurons temporarily satiated, Rob turned over, farted loudly, and went to sleep.
At this point I believe Meggers should just give up and stagger around her neighborhood in a bathrobe like mobster Vincent Gigante did. The dementia defense is her only viable recourse.
Epic.
Well what are gonna do when reality skews liberal? Meggers has to lie, no?
This is quite possibly the most lovely thing I’ve read since I quit reading Protein Wisdom and the cock slapper a few years back. Geddy and Alex approve, from what I hear.
Wrote that in about a minute, just glad I could put the my ~20 years of research in cellular neurophysiology to good use. As a scientist, it’s disturbing to read Bobo’s completely incorrect characterization of anything science-related. But as a human, it’s fucking hilarious.