That had better not be partially hydrogenated.
Ho-kay, so I'm back on the Dog Whisperer thing. It's just that Dooce's post at alphamom about Cesar is more of the yes-yes-yes.
It reminds me of two things observed recently:
1) I was eating at the student union. Two later-middle-aged men, clearly professors, were talking loudly, and the one with his back to me was confessing to the one facing me that he felt he could not control his students' behavior with regard to cellphones in class. His friend had told him to be firm and perhaps even a bit scary (I paraphrase), and his response was that he could "never pull it off."
I wanted to interrupt and say, Dude, if I can pull it off, you can pull it off. I'm STILL mistaken for a student and I started teaching here four years ago! I look like a 12-year-old! Look at your sweater vest and tell me that you have no gravitas! Look at the leather elbow patches of your sweater vest!
2) We were eating with friends. The woman has been quilting for seriously decades and decades, and when Other brought up that I'd be taking a quilting workshop given by the university, she said that she'd always been too intimidated to take any of those courses. She hand pieces quilts with hundreds of components. She has made a bed-sized quilt out of old silk ties. She could eat the lunch of everyone in the workshop, including the instructor, and still have room for a burrito.
Clearly, these people need dogs and a visit from Cesar.
But seriously, though, many different things I've been reading have been telling me about how your brain listens to your body even though it seems your body only listens to your brain. People who view a cartoon with a pen held between their lips will find the cartoon less funny than people who view a cartoon with a pen clenched between their teeth, because the latter group is being forced to smile as they watch it. So when Cesar comes in and makes people lower their shoulders and lift their chins, it's affecting their brains. Their brains are saying, well, since I'm walking like a confident person, I must be a confident person.
Think of the applications of this!
It reminds me of two things observed recently:
1) I was eating at the student union. Two later-middle-aged men, clearly professors, were talking loudly, and the one with his back to me was confessing to the one facing me that he felt he could not control his students' behavior with regard to cellphones in class. His friend had told him to be firm and perhaps even a bit scary (I paraphrase), and his response was that he could "never pull it off."
I wanted to interrupt and say, Dude, if I can pull it off, you can pull it off. I'm STILL mistaken for a student and I started teaching here four years ago! I look like a 12-year-old! Look at your sweater vest and tell me that you have no gravitas! Look at the leather elbow patches of your sweater vest!
2) We were eating with friends. The woman has been quilting for seriously decades and decades, and when Other brought up that I'd be taking a quilting workshop given by the university, she said that she'd always been too intimidated to take any of those courses. She hand pieces quilts with hundreds of components. She has made a bed-sized quilt out of old silk ties. She could eat the lunch of everyone in the workshop, including the instructor, and still have room for a burrito.
Clearly, these people need dogs and a visit from Cesar.
But seriously, though, many different things I've been reading have been telling me about how your brain listens to your body even though it seems your body only listens to your brain. People who view a cartoon with a pen held between their lips will find the cartoon less funny than people who view a cartoon with a pen clenched between their teeth, because the latter group is being forced to smile as they watch it. So when Cesar comes in and makes people lower their shoulders and lift their chins, it's affecting their brains. Their brains are saying, well, since I'm walking like a confident person, I must be a confident person.
Think of the applications of this!
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