Responding to critics who argue that poor people do not choose to eat healthy food because they’re ignorant or prefer unhealthy food, dietitian Ellyn Satter wrote a hierarchy of food needs. Based on Maslow’s hierarchy of needs, it illustrates Satter’s ideas as to the elements of food that matter first, second, and so on… starting at the bottom.
The graphic suggests that getting enough food to eat is the most important thing to people. Having food be acceptable (e.g., not rotten, something you are not allergic to) comes second. Once those two things are in place, people hope for reliable access to food and only then do they begin to worry about taste. If people have enough, acceptable, reliable, good-tasting food, then they seek out novel food experiences and begin to make choices as to what to eat for instrumental purposes (e.g., number of calories, nutritional balance).
As Michelle at The Fat Nutritionist writes, sometimes when a person chooses to eat nutritionally deficient or fattening foods, it is not because they are “stupid, ignorant, lazy, or just a bad, bad person who loves bad, bad food.” Sometimes, it’s “because other needs come first.”Lisa Wade, PhD is a professor at Occidental College. She is the author of American Hookup, a book about college sexual culture, and a textbook about gender. You can follow her on Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram.
Last night, Republican congressional candidate Greg Gianforte, on being asked a question he did not want to answer, apparently assaulted a reporter, body-slamming him to the ground and then ordering him out of the room. (Gianforte has been charged with misdemeanor assault.) Response from the left blogosphere has been furious; from the right has come tepid condemnation, or in some cases approval. Anecdotes are coming in that at least some Republican voters, entering the polling places for today's special election, still intend to vote for Gianforte despite last night's incident.
I find the attitude of these voters repellent, but, with Mr. Smith in mind, I guess I can understand it.
When we see individuals holding cardboard signs and asking for spare change wearing camouflage, homelessness among veterans can seem like an epidemic. Recently, however, government efforts to reduce veteran homelessness have had great success. In response to a federal strategy known as Opening Doors, since 2010 veteran homelessness has declined by almost 50%. And in that time period some cities, such as New Orleans, have reported veteran homelessness at functional zero.
You would never know it from social media. As the world has grappled with the Syrian civil war, political memes have emerged in the U.S. that make the case that we should prioritize homeless veterans over Syrian refugees. These memes foreground a competition between homeless veterans and Syrian refugees in order to make a misleading, emotionally-appealing argument against the resettlement of Syrian refugees.
Deliberately or not, the online images are similar to propaganda. Actors create emotionally-charged illustrations with biased and one-sided evidence to encourage a political point. The memes push a narrative of homeless veterans as overlooked by the government, while this goes against the facts. They also suggest a fallacious argument that the Department of Veterans Affairs will lose funds because of the refugee resettlement program. This is not the case.
At the same time the memes appeal to our sentiments. Features writer for Mashable, Rebecca Ruiz, contends that memes like these pose the emotional question, “If people in the U.S. are suffering, why are we helping refugees?” What if veterans are those slighted? This is a powerful idea because Americans revere veterans.
In Coming Home: Attitudes toward U.S. Veterans Returning from Iraq, sociologists Alair MacLean and Meredith Kleykamp argue that male veterans involved in recent military-related combat are still supported by the general public, even in light of the idea that those exposed to combat have mental health issues and substance abuse problems. They add that veterans are privileged by symbolic capital, or prestige related to their service. A meme that presents veterans as treated unfairly is likely to produce an emotional reaction, something that is known to simplify our thinking and decision-making.
While the digital messages premised on helping veterans are compelling, they are false and a strategic exploitation of our feelings, one with xenophobic, white nationalist, and anti-immigrant goals. They urge us to advocate against Syrian resettlement to solve an unrelated problem that is already diminishing.
Ian Nahan has a Bachelor’s of Arts degree in both sociology and social work. He plans on working with veterans once he obtains a master’s degree in social work at the University of Pennsylvania.
I went to see my psych last week for a followup on the new/old meds and said, "I feel like I have my brain back, but I don't much like the brain I got back." In particular I'm having trouble with executive dysfunction and a lot of hyperfocusing.
I told the psych this and she looked at me, fidgeting in her office chair, and said, "have you ever considered that you might have ADHD?"
As it happens I have been pondering that very thing of late. But it's notable that I am 37 years old and she is the FIRST medical professional ever to suggest this diagnosis to me. See also: ADHD presenting very differently in women than in men.
Since I'm still having trouble sleeping without taking low-dose seroquel, we're going to focus on trying to sort that out first, but when I see her again in August we're going to discuss the possibility of going on something for ADHD.
This, by the way, would make all three of us upstairs both bipolar and ADHD. We're all medicated for at least one of those diagnosis but still, there's a reason our household is sometimes, um, volatile. Add in our various physical ailments and Rayne's PTSD and it's a wonder we're functioning at all.
To a certain extent this is part of why I'm poly. I need to have and be part of a support structure not just an individual partner. I think in pairs none of our relationships would be workable, but together we balance each other out quite nicely.
The really awful thing I can't talk about is possibly less awful than it was when I made my last post. Still awful, but no longer horrifyingly impressively awful. This has taken a lot of weight off our household.
I had a shrink appointment today and she said, "have you ever considered grad school?" The answer to which is a somewhat complicated yes. When I was in undergrad I always assumed I would go on to get my masters, probably in Intercultural Communications, but then I fucked up my last semester of university and that kind of crashed and burned. Currently, we're not in a financial/family place where me going to grad school would make sense, but yes, the possibility has entered my mind again.
We leave for Wiscon in the morning, and I am not actually packed, because reasons, so I should probably stop talking about stuff and sort through my clothes and figure out what I'm taking.
I'm not signed up for any panels, I'm not volunteering this year. I'm not 100 percent sure that this isn't going to end in disaster again. Depending on how I react to the various allergens in Madison I may be very low-energy, I may be sneezy and stuffed-up, I may be spending a lot of time asleep, I may be slow and forgetful due to being low oxygen, I may recuse myself rapidly from controversy or trouble if I don't see an immediate way to be useful.
I may have to leave panels abruptly due to coughing fits. We may be leaving town abruptly to get me back to Canada for treatment. (My out-of-province insurance isn't going to cover me for another serious asthma event in the same damn' city as the last one. That's kind of the definition of 'pre-existing'). We have a plan for this. It's as solid as we can make it.
Or we may have trouble at the border and not get there at all.
Or it all may be just fine. I really don't know. There's no way to tell.
But I'm on a new med (Singulair), and taking ALL the other ones, religiously, and so far my lungs seem to be willing to stay fairly functional. I'm bringing my bike. I'm hoping to stay an extra week and see friends. I'm cautiously optomistic.
A small request: if you see me, and we're friends, and you possibly can, grab me for coffee or food or a quick chat? This is almost certainly my last WisCon for some time, and if I do have a dangerous reaction, it's my last WisCon, period.
I know that I've lost touch with a lot of you due to missing the con and generally being offline and preoccupied trying to get my health under control. I'm sorry about it, and I'd really like to connect this weekend if we can, because you all are one of the communities of my heart, and to be honest I'm coming much more for y'all than for the "official" con.
If you or someone near you is wearing scent, I may have to back away rapidly. I'm sorry.
I'm not really accustomed to being a fragile little flower, you know? I'm still working out how to handle it.
Also, if there's a volunteer task I can do, something you need help with, that you can grab me for on the spot, please do. It's hard to contribute meaningfully when you can't make any promises, and I'll appreciate any chances to do so.
This is my revolution playlist's older, slightly more jaded sister. But despite the name and the sentiment I don't think it's terribly depressing. Just crabby. And couldn't we all use some crabby every now and then? This is also longer than most of my playlists: 26 songs or an hour and forty four minutes of music.
Capitalism Will Eat Your Children
Zip file on dropbox (146MB) or Individual tracks on dropbox
There's A War Going On For Your Mind - Flobots
Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na) - My Chemical Romance
Walking Down Madison - Kirsty MacColl Feat. Aniff Cousins
Bankrobber - The Clash
Dance or Die - Janelle Monáe Feat. Saul Williams
How Long? - Wild Strawberries
The Trouble With Normal - Bruce Cockburn
Death To My Hometown - Bruce Springsteen
Jacob's Ladder (Not In My Name) - Chumbawamba
16 Tons - Tom Morello
Save This House - Spirit Of The West
The Economy Is Suffering...Let It Die - Anti-Flag
(Antichrist Television Blues) - Arcade Fire
Burundi - Saul Williams Feat. Emily Kokal
Weight of the World - Martyn Joseph
Wings - Josh Ritter
Oh My God - Michael Franti & Spearhead
Reject All American - Bikini Kill
Pink White House - PRIESTS
Jam Tomorrow - Oysterband
Little Boxes - Walk Off The Earth
The Kids Are Ready To Die - The Airborne Toxic Event
The Sound of Silence - Disturbed
Come On Forest Fire (CPI Mix) - Rae Spoon
Waiting For The Great Leap Forward - Billy Bragg
This Is Why We Fight - The Decemberists
I'd appreciate a comment if you download, just so I can know how much interest there is :)
MEGAN WHALEN TURNER FANS COME TALK TO ME ABOUT THICK AS THIEVES OMG!!!
I just want ALL the fic RIGHT NOW. It doesn't matter that it's a tiny book fandom and the Thick As Thieves hasn't been out long enough for much fic to be written yet. Rationality has no place in my desires, and my desire is for ALL the fic, ESPECIALLY if it's slashy.
Presume spoilers in comments. At least, I hope there will be spoilers in comments ;)
Well, at least he's not the Secretary of State.
I'm reading Polybius' history - just getting to the point where the various ongoing wars more or less coalesced - and ran across a reference to "the first necessaries of existence, cattle and slaves"....
By 8:00, it had stopped raining, and Dark Sky now says we'll have a couple of hours of "Light Rain" starting at 9:00, followed by three hours without rain.
(In fairness, Buster and I would have gotten very wet on the trip over, but by the time the groomer picked up the message, my claim that "this weather is just impossible" must have seemed laughable.)
Tomorrow morning, it's Buster's turn. The forecast is for rain. (Not "light rain", not "heavy rain", just "rain".) I don't have a stroller that Buster would fit in, and it's a bit less than a mile walk. I am going to arrive at the groomer with a very shaggy, very wet dog.... I think I've figured out how to get there with a large dry towel, but it won't be enough. I hope they'll be good-humored about it.