February is David Lynch Season!

 

February is a bit of a miserable time of year. Grey and miserable, too long since the Xmas holidays, Valentines day appears in the middle just to poke fun at the single and the alone.

So what better way to spend the weary hours emmersing yourself in the surreal, noir and deliciously bizarre world of David Lynch? Throughout the month the British Film Institute will be screening all of his films, plus his early short films and a couple of talks on the great man and his work, as part of their ‘David Lynch: A Reputation Precedes…’ program.. I, for one, have never seen any Lynch films in a cinema, and I think it’d be quite a treat.

And if that isn’t enough, there’s Lynchian Cabaret extravaganza, the Double R Club, at the Bethnal Green Working Men’s Club on February 16th. I’ve never actually been, but I hear great things and I have high hopes that it will be sinister and seductive. I’m thinking a bit of a cross of the spooky club with they go to in Mulholland Drive, and Twin Peaks’s red room.

The Leg Show


From the current collection - axe + tree-trunk + heart?

Tights are often judged as the plain older sister to pretty stockings. Whilst stockings have their connotations of sexiness, lingerie and a naughty flash of suspender, tights have stronger associations with school uniforms, thermal underwear and your grandmother. I don’t think anyone could judge these incredible tights from French brand Les Queues de Sardines as being old or boring.They feature bold, colourful and wonderfully odd prints. Sometimes cute, though more often than not rather bizarre and surreal. Prints include tentacles, giant eyes, body hair, creepy crawlies, disembodied arms and axes. They’re drawn in a thick-lined, bright style that’s reminiscent of pop-art and children’s paintings. In the UK they’re stocked in Tatty Devine.

Under the cut are a few favourites….

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Warning: May contain triggers

When does sensitivity turn into censorship?

Apparently you know you’re on a feminist blog when an article is prefaced with a warning for ‘triggers’. This usually means that the piece contains mention of topics that might upset the reader. The warning suggesting that reading about particular topics (such as abuse or mental illness) might provoke a distressing emotional response (such as flashbacks of a traumatic event, urges to self-harm or binge-eat).

Whilst I do have respect for individuals who wish to avoid coming into contact with material they find difficult, I think this attitude can be taken too far. I saw a ‘feminist blogger’ post that she thought that there were some topics that you can’t make jokes about, such as rape, murder or eating disorders. Her rational was that the joke might be triggering to someone, even if they as not involved and only overhear it. While I think jokes like that are pretty bad taste, I was interested in her point that we must at all lengths avoid saying things that might trigger others.

Many people enjoy quite dark comedy. Have you ever heard a dead baby joke? Been on Sickipedia? Or seen pretty much any of Frankie Boyle’s stand-up material? Controversial, morbid and often down-right offensive humour is pretty popular. People seem to enjoy laughing at the topics they feel they really shouldn’t! Maybe it’s a bit of a survival mechanism, there are many awful things in the world, and maybe it’s better to laugh about them then to dwell and cry. Should we censor comedians from from making these kind of jokes? There’s been considerable research into how depictions of beauty in the media can contribute to low self-esteem and poor body image. Should diet and beauty magazines be on the newsagent’s top shelf, where they won’t be seen by impressionable young people?

It’s a sad fact that to someone who has mental health difficulties or has experienced a particular trauma, there are many situations that could trigger difficult feelings. But should we wrap that person in cotton wool and try and try to prevent them coming into contact with any potentially triggering instances?

I’m not sure I agree with that. I attended an eating disorders clinic where there were no fashion or gossip magazines in the waiting room. The only publications they had were on topics such as interior design and animal welfare. The toilet doors could only be locked with permission from the staff and there were no mirrors within. I do appreciate that their intention was probably to create a safe space away from elements that sufferers may find difficult, but it did feel rather patronising. Did they really think I was so fragile that I couldn’t look at my own reflection? What if I caught sight of myself in the glass of one of the windows? Should eating disorder sufferers be prevented be prevented from coming into contact with any reflective surface for fear of triggering them?

Once you left the clinic, you were back in the world of billboards advertising beauty products, diet books, weight-watchers and Heat magazine. That is, the real world. A world that does contain a number of things which can be difficult to come into contact with for various people for various reasons. But that’s life. I have worked with survivors of trauma who have gone to great lengths to avoid coming into contact with situations that remind them of their trauma. It doesn’t work. The avoidance only served the prolong their distress, whilst imposing great restrictions on their lives.

Part of recovery and coming to terms with your experiences usually does involve coming into contact things that might remind you of them, or trigger related thoughts. Even if you have very sensitive friends who never mention said triggering thing, there will be films, events, television programs, that you might not be expecting and ready to avoid. You can’t go hide on the moon from these things. While I’m not advocating that a someone struggling surround themselves with things they find challenging, coming into contact with it in small doses may be part of the process of learning to live with it and react to it in a healthy way. This kind of ‘positive risk-taking’, where someone accepts a bit of uncertainty, can be very empowering. To tolerate coming into contact with a trigger, to feel the difficult feelings, but to live through it, to survive. We can’t always be afraid of feeling bad and these experiences can help a person to grow stronger. Feeling sad, distressed, remembering difficult times in the past, these are normal experiences. We cannot completely control the triggering elements that are out there and I think they’ll be all the harder to deal with if you spend the rest of your life entirely shielded from them. Individuals may feel they need to avoid certain things until they are in a stronger position to come into contact with them, bur this is their own responsibility to look after themselves. Being sensitive to their needs needn’t mean overly censoring their world.

 

The Undead & Gorgeous

Will vampires ever stop being sexy? With True Blood, Twilight and the Vampire Diaries still driving the masses into a frenzied bloodlust, it seems unlikely we’ll be seeing the back of the man-shaped mosquito anytime soon. Michael David Adams’ Hypnos photoshoot really caught my eye as something vibrant and new amidst the many copycats. Vampires are a staple of cheesy goth-photos, along with fake blood and caution tape, but this is something different; very high class and high fashion. A group of cool, cold unearthly men, dressed  in a fusion of slick black tailoring and urban street-wear, capture and bewitch a gilded and glamorous Rosa Korhonen. I love her pearl-embroidered bodysuit (from The Blonds) and shiny nude latex stockings. The shoot steers away from clichés of pointed-toothed creatures deflowering a pale, virginal girl, but maintains a stylish supernatural vibe and a sexuality that isn’t too overt. The feel is eerie and mysterious, rather than hintings of a sex assault. The effect is immediate and striking.

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Quest To See Inside My Head – Getting my brain scanned

I would really like to have my brain scanned. As someone with a big interest in psychology and neuroscience, I think seeing what’s inside my skull would pull everything together, put it into context, make it real.

It’s not that I don’t believe it’s in there, but sometimes it feels somewhat distant, the colour-coded textbook diagrams, the plastic models, you wonder ‘Is that really going on, inside MY body?’ I think a small part of me holds the irrational belief that inside me is just space, or machine cogs. All those instricate processes that I learned about in biology lessons, that can’t all be really going on. I get a strange enjoyment from seeing the outline of bones, blood vessels, tendons, and feeling like I’m getting a glimpse of the workings of this human machine. It does feel strange that it’s all happening, it’s such a part of me, yet I’m often so oblivious to it.

Could this be my brain?

I took an open unit in anatomy at university and for one of our first dissection classes we formed groups and were given a cat’s head, instructed to remove the brain. So we did. And then it sat there, this little mound of grey putty, so fragile, on the sterile table surface. I’d never seen a real brain before, and all the diagrams and photos, it didn’t really prepare me for how flimsy and squishy it seemed, so easily damaged. And how all the different lobes, the cranial nerves, which I’d learnt to identify and label so particularly, they all looked the same, all rolled together into this bundle of grey mush. It seemed no wonder that a quick jolt to the head can do so much damage, when the skulls’s so hard and the brain’s so delicate. It seemed amazing that people don’t damage their brains more than they do already. Continue reading

My Nerdy Valentine

As a child reared on Disney films and fairy tales I developed some rather unrealistic romantic notions. I desperately wanted a card on Valentines’ day, and despite being painfully shy and looking rather like a cabbage patch kid I fancied my chances. Primary school is a cruel time for a vampire-toothed ginger so this notion was soon out-grown. After spending many of my teenage years complaining about this invented, commercialised holiday that makes single people feel lonely and miserable (not to mention heaping pressure on those who actually are in relationships), I find now I actually have someone in my life, I rather want to join in! I don’t want to go out to a restaurant, why should I have to book  to eat in a crowded restaurant where I’ll have to pay twice as much and wait twice as long for my food? Nah, I’m happy to stay in. Extravegant gestures are unnecessary, but I do like the cards. So my search is on to find an appropriate, possible nerdy or science-related card, for my beau. I found this one last year:

from Button Empire

I could post a bunch of zombie cards of the ‘I want your brains’ ilk here, but that feels a bit lazy. And I resent brains becoming a popular motif just because zombies are so ‘cool’ now. If anyone can locate a anatomically-accurate brain valentines card, perhaps one that makes reference to activation of the amygdala and dopamine levels, I will be most impressed. In the meantime, these cards from Nerdy Dirty could be in the running:

Boy previously got me one that said ‘I love you more than computer games’. But that was before Portal 2 was released.

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Dance

Lika Kalandadze

I’ll be doing some features and spotlights on some of my favourite images and their creators soon. I might even post some of my own photos, who knows.

Plus, I need a template that’s wider, this photo has less impact when it’s so shrunk.

Gifts for Brain Enthusiasts #1

Scientists can be hard to shop for. It’s a profession that seems to attract rather obsessive characters with very little delineation between work and home-life. What do you get them for birthdays and Xmas, a subscription to Scientific American Mind? Is that too ‘pop science’? Here are a couple of thoughts and suggestions for a little something for the neurologist, psychologist, neuroscientist or otherwise all-round brain-prodder in your life.

‘Brain is for lovers’ t-shirt

As worn by Pharrell Williams, Kele from Bloc Party, and me. I found this top on ebay, I assumed it was a parody of those cheesy slogan-ed American state t-shirts, perhaps aimed at zombie fans. A quick google now suggests that this was a t-shirt put out by the band N*E*R*D. And that ‘brain’ is slang for oral sex. Who knew?

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Tell me now how should I feel?

I can’t do the topic of ‘Blue Monday’ justice, so instead I’m going to link to a couple of articles who do it much better

Dean Burnett in today’s Guardian and Ben Goldacre last year

In brief, ‘blue monday’, supposedly the most depressing day of the year, is a piece of rather bullshit psuedoscience masquearding as mentall-health-fact, mostly used to sell holidays and fill a few column inches. Yes, this time of year can be hard, it’s grey outside and people are broke after Xmas. But you have to question how helpful it is to label a particular day as being the ‘most depressing. Indeed, June 11th is supposedly the day with the highest number of suicides. Closely followed by Xmas and the day before Valentines. A few mental health charities have been using the #bluemonday theme in their media, with the best intentions, but is this one made-up ‘holiday’ we can just let go of? And enjoy this cover by Orgy of a great track…