I honestly believe the whole “adults require less sleep” thing is honest to god probably a myth created by capitalism
It is.
i honestly believe that sleep deprivation is the biggest ignored/neglected root cause of health dangers that prematurely kill adults
ask me sometime about the role of sleep in the leptin ghrelin cycle and how its interruption destabilizes weight homeostasis
or about the new research showing that heart disease is not caused by fat, like we thought for years, but by inflammation in the circulatory system whose root cause is unknown but one of the prime suspects is, you guessed it, sleep deprivation
but nobody wants to hear that lack of sleep is killing people. employers don’t want to hear it. and god knows that having sold their waking hours to capitalism to survive workers don’t want to lose the only time they have left to them to live their lives, mostly stolen from sleep
i mean even i don’t want to do anything about it and i love sleep, i just love overwatch more
this this this this this
our society places almost zero value on sleep
on enough sleep
on uninterrupted sleep
on regular, predictable, cycling sleep
all the evidence we have suggests sleep is really, really, really important to the processes of the human body, including both mental and physical health, and yet when was the last time you heard somebody suggest that people had a *right* to sufficient, regular sleep?
Two hundred years ago.
That is, the famous slogan that led to the eight-hour workday was coined by Robert Owen somewhere around 1817:
“Eight hours of work, eight hours of rest, eight hours to do what we will.”
Okay but this is how bad 2017 was that I’m in my basement
just now and a dandelion seed floats by and I’m like that’s weird, why is a
dandelion seed floating right toward me in my basement where there’s no wind
and in the middle of winter? And I let it fall onto my hand and stared at it
for a moment before saying to it, “I’m a scientist and a very practical, down
to earth person… but if you’re some kind of fairy, can you help me out, bro,
and give me a better 2018?” Then I gently sent him on his way and wished him good
luck. Keep your fingers crossed, people. XD
GUYS THE SEED CAME BACK. I PUT OUT MY HAND AND HE LANDED
RIGHT ON IT AND I SNAPPED A PIC OF HIM ON MY PALM:
ISN’T HE BEAUTIFUL?! I HAVE NAMED HIM SILKY DAN, AND HE IS
NOW THE HAPPY WINTER DANDELION SEED OF GOOD LUCK.
REBLOG SILKY DAN FOR
HOPES FOR A GREAT 2018!
I’m most definitely allergic to Silky Dan, but, why the heck not.
As I get older I’m finding that a lot of the “intellectuals” I used to admire are actually just condescending and pretentious. And also realizing how much more important it is to be present, considerate, and empathetic because nobody really knows what they’re talking about and anyone who claims to know everything about anything is feeding you bs.
“When I was young, I admired clever people. Now that I am old, I admire kind people.”
- Rabbi Abraham Joshua Heschel
I am also realizing that actual intellectuals make their subjects easy to understand, and faux intelectuals will attempt to baffle.
“If you can’t explain it to a six year old, you don’t understand it yourself.”
