Food addiction, and why words matter

Years ago I had a friend who used to talk about being “addicted to being a victim”. I thought it very deep and clever at the time (I was a teenager, and he an aspiring poet).

That was before I really cared – or thought that others should really care – about how we use words, or understood that how we use words can *actually* be deep and important.

(For the record, I don’t actually use the word “deep” anymore.)

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Vegas baby!

Las Vegas is awesome. There are literally huge women everywhere.IMAG2229 IMAG2226

It’s also awesome because this year I got to attend The Amazing Meeting. It’s too much to describe (the Philosophe is doing daily round ups of all the cool stuff). But in summary, between 24-hr access to slot machines, $1 Bloody Marys, and some 65 very clever people talking about very clever stuff, let’s just say my dopamine levels are deliciously high.

About which, some of the talks I’ve so far enjoyed the most have been by Sally Satel and Scott Lilienfeld¬†on the problems with popular misunderstandings of neuroimaging and the abuses of addiction-lingo.

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