Showing posts with label I LOVE RAQUEL PELOQUIN. Show all posts
Showing posts with label I LOVE RAQUEL PELOQUIN. Show all posts

01 April 2008

I'm back sorta

Sorry about the whole not posting thing, lurker. I have this life things that gets in the way of stuff. Don't judge me.

07 March 2008

My Spring Break Starts Today

In which the term "Spring" means "the time of year when mountains of snow plummet down in order to shatter my dream of napping in my yard."

School Update: I just took two general ed tests and finished a project in my Learning Theory (Read: How to Manipulate Others) course in which I classically conditioned a simulated rat in various ways. Looking at those words makes it seem like such a non-accomplishment, but it was time-consuming and challenging. So stop looking at me that way.

Also, I have three midterms right after I return from break, which means that my break will be spent studying, writing papers, and sending resumes for summer jobs. So I won't be posting next week. I am sorry, commited lurker.

26 February 2008

The most colorful corpses in southern indiana

During the winter months, my house is where ladybugs go to die. You know how elephants, at the end of their lives, have the instinctual knowledge to migrate to the elephant graveyard? Well my house is the ladybug graveyard. We decided not to paint the walls, since three months out of the year they appear pokadotted. The ladybugs need to go somewhere warm away from the snow and ice, but since my house is not filled with the natural food of ladybugs, they all starve to death. Frequently as I walk up the stairs a ladybug falls on top of me, emaciated and deprived. And they look so pretty when they repeatedly try to walk through the windows. Oh, how they fail.


Okay, was that quirky or just creepy?

14 February 2008

Happy Normative Relationships Day!


So this is the only photo I have that is vaguely love-themed. Enjoy it. Also if you are not in a normative relationship, then please use this day to fight the system that defines a loving relationship through societal expectations and outdated gender roles. Translation: I give you permission to fuck random strangers (preferably more than one) and not call them back.

04 February 2008

Googling

So I tried to find my blog by googling "The Shameful Thing" which was pretty stupid because there are a lot of shameful things on the internet.

But if you google "Raquel Peloquin" I'm number one.

That's right.


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It happened again! Must remember not to mix words with photos!

Me circa 1991


I know. I was such a badass in those pink shorts.
As this shows, I have yet to master the art of smiling sincerely. Must be all the cynicism and spite.

Random Photo of the Day!


Freud = My Grandmother

The relationship between modern psychology professionals and Sigmund Freud is a lot like how I relate to my racist grandmother. Don’t get me wrong, I’m indebted to my Grandmother. If she didn’t do what she did with her life, then I would not exist. There’s no question about that. But I really wish people wouldn’t listen to her when she speaks in public.

She goes on these rants that make no sense. It’s embarrassing and not an accurate reflection of my views at all.Likewise, modern Psychologists are somewhat indebted to Freud. He made a lot of noise and put psychology on the map with the help of other like-minded psychoanalysts (note: they were not psychologists).

However, all of his hypotheses (he never accumulated enough data to actually make theories) were hogwash. Free Association? Sorry, I’d rather talk about what is relevant and not waste decades of both our lives. Penis Envy? Women didn’t envy men’s members; they envied men’s socioeconomic power and protection under the law. Oedipus Complex? We’re not repressing it. We just don’t want to have sex with our mothers.

What makes this worse, though, is the overwhelming amount of attention his ideas receive in other disciplines and in popular culture. From what I can tell, most people are only introduced to psychology through freshman-level courses or through the media. Proper introductions to psychology tend to spend a healthy quantity of time on history, giving Freud an undeserved amount of the public eye’s attention span. But I may be wrong. Freud may have just created easy to remember misconceptions about human behavior.


Psychology is a science. Teams of scientists throughout the world dedicate their lives testing any hypothesis produced about human behavior. Additionally, psychology has a large, public field of practitioners who help people replace self-destructive behavior patterns and cognitive fallacies with constructive behaviors/thought patterns.

Freud’s unethical treatment of patients and his disregard for the scientific method has rooted into the public consciousness. And it annoys me to no end. I am frequently amazed by good friends of mine who, knowing that I am a psychology major and that I plan on dedicating my career to the study of human behavior, still repeat these public misnomers to me.

1. Ever read a book or watched a TV show where a psychologist falls in love with/seduces a client? I have. Any Psychologist who did that in real life would no longer be a Psychologist, they would be a highly educated yet unemployable bum (“Psychologist” is a legally protected term, those who demonstrate unethical conduct lose that status). But it is a common narrative cliché found all throughout popular culture.

I think this cliché is tied indirectly to the unethical behavior Freud had with his patients. Freud (and his peers) made a lot of noise. Unfortunately, that was all it was: useless, meaningless noise. Freud was obsessed with sex and aggression, which skewed any findings he could have had. Just to make it clear, I am not obsessed with sex and aggression. But I probably would be if I smoked as much cocaine as Freud did!

2. How about the idea that a Psychologist is a paid best friend, there for you to listen to you complain? I have met too many with this misconception, and I am sick of it. Psychologists are trained professionals. They are not advocates. There is a difference between a person conducting a therapy session and a person you go to the mall with.

3. Also, one thing I hear often (usually by those who did not put in the time and effort to finish a Bachelor’s) is that if they had continued their education, they would have gone with psychology. What?! What makes you think that you, who did not have enough patience and discipline to finish a Bachelor’s degree, would be in any way qualified to be a Psychologist? It is currently easier to be accepted into medical school than to be accepted by graduate programs in clinical psychology.


I want to repeat that: One is more likely to be accepted into med school than in graduate level clinical psychology programs (which is a prerequisite for any type of practice, or to receive the legally protected status of “Psychologist”). This is not a field for the short-minded or the unfocused. If you could not drag yourself into class, or could not self-regulate your study habits/job performance, then psychology probably is not a good fit.

So if we are hanging out and you mention Free Association, Oedipus Complexes, Freudian Slips, or the idea that a Psychologist is your friend who will sleep with you because she/he did not work that hard to obtain her/his status, please apologize for the insult you just gave my chosen field. Unless these misconceptions are used in the context of a joke that specifically points out that they are erroneous, then their use is unforgivable.


For Your Information: In my introductory Developmental Psychology course last semester, we spent a total of three minutes discussing the ideas put forth by psychoanalysts. For the first minute, my professor pointed out their ideas about puberty/adolescence as a time of “storm and stress.” For the next two minutes we discussed how stupid, wrong, irrelevant, and non-productive those views are. And then we moved on, never to mention the word “Freud” again.

That was weird

Guess I shouldn't mix words with pictures.

LOST


The reason for my existence is back. Lost premiered last thursday after making the fans wait for eight months. Was it worth the wait? Completely.

People ask me why I would like the show, since it primarily exists to turn the audience's expressions into the one Desmond is wearing up there.
This episode focused on Hurley, one of my favorites since his romance with Libby during the second season. Libby was pretty. Libby was into psychology. Libby was into fat men.
To reiterate: Libby was perfect.
But then she was used as a plot device, which makes me scream out loud every time I see the relevant episode. But I digress.
What you need to know: Lost is awesome. You should be watching it. It is allright if you don't get everything, because it is a MYSTERY show. Be mystified and enjoy the experience.
So this thursday night stop everything you are doing to watch the show. It doesn't matter if you are at work, studying, taking care of babies, driving, etc. Stop what you are doing and watch the show.
It's worth it.

30 January 2008

"Some Highlighting"




This is what I get for buying textbooks from random strangers on the internet.