Physically, this can lead to Erectile Dysfunction which interestingly effects YOUNGER guys more than OLDER guys.
Wonder why?
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There certainly isn't anything wrong with watching porn, but if you feel like it's taking over your life, then you may have a problem. When you begin to feel desensitized to vids/pics you once enjoyed, and you're spending significantly more time online to "get off," then maybe you might have an addiction. The following video looks at porn from the perspective of addiction. Specifically the basics of the dopamine circuits are outlined so you can understand the basic neuromechanisms that underlie not just porn addiction, but basically any addiction. Gary Wilson, in his TEDtalk, discusses how arousal addiction can cause a variety of psychological conditions that are often misdiagnosed. Of all internet activities, porn has the greatest likelihood to become an addiction, again due to the overloading of the dopamine circuit. Physically, this can lead to Erectile Dysfunction which interestingly effects YOUNGER guys more than OLDER guys. Wonder why?
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The former, linear model of success is obsolete. Students are not getting the return on education investments that they did just 1 decade ago. Jullien Gordon helps this new generation realize their full potential by identifying four types of capital that blend work in harmony. The need for balance between book smarts and street smarts is more crucial than ever. Recipient of the Distinguished Teacher Award, Larry Smith explains why you will fail to have a great career. What excuses are you giving yourself? In high school, I wasn’t quite sure about my career path. That is to say, I didn’t actually have one. I took all the same courses as my friends— Biology, Chemistry, Physics, Calculus —you get the picture. They wanted to be doctors, or at least that’s what they said. Naively, I adopted their career choice as my own never really questioning what it entailed: the years of school, the insanely high tuition, and the general aptitude one needed to possess. It just seemed right, and more to the point, it seemed like the right thing to say. Applauded for my choice, this photocopied aspiration became a point of unwarranted pride. My Mom was proud —vocally so. Those who inquired about my future career plans were equally impressed. The attention was enjoyable; however at some level I knew this was a fool’s paradise. By the time I had reached my final year of high school, I came to a realization. I could not, for the next 4 years, calmly sit through Biology lectures and labs with a bursting desire to repeatedly smash a textbook into my supraorbital and temporal ridges. I didn’t have a sustainable passion for the material, nor was I willing to silently drudge through the monotony. True, at the moment, I may not have known where I was going, but I certainly knew where I didn’t want to end up. Initially rejecting my Life Science acceptance to UTSG, I spent my first year as a Humanities student (oh, the shame) at UTM instead. Exploring my options, I took variety of courses that genuinely captured by interest. However, when the time came, I did eventually shift back into science, compromising, and declaring a Psychology specialist. Why? The subject matter was compelling, and I was, for the first time in a long time, interested in knowledge for knowledge sake. Although content with my decision, it did attract scrutiny. No longer did I receive the obligatory praise once associated with my pretend medical ambitions. Possibly due to the fact that this was an area lacking in South Asian representation, I was now fielding questions, dispelling falsehoods, and generally fighting my corner defending the legitimacy of my position. Inquiries ranged from the obligatory, “What job are you going to get with your degree?” to the more aggressive, “Why would you take that?” to the slightly confusing, “Can you read my mind?” Answers: There are plenty of careers, but a Masters may be needed. I enjoyed learning the material for the sake of learning. And no, I can’t read minds; you’re confusing Psychology with the X-men— a common mistake. At times, the more mindful, probing questions did spur internal doubts over my choice. Perhaps, I had made a mistake. By taking the road less travelled, I wondered if I had placed my employment prospects and financial future at risk. A momentary combination of guilt and anxiety swirled in my head as I concocted nightmarish future scenarios. However, I was convinced of my position. And while support would have been nice, it’s often scrutiny that leads to deeper analysis and eventually a greater depth of understanding. Still, often times I would daydream, entertaining the notion of going back to my fictitious medical career. My feelings hadn’t changed toward the academic subject matter, nor to the careers they eventually led to. However, conventional wisdom passed down to me from the generations above and occasionally across, dictated that certain paths were just more reliable and predictable. “Doctors make good money, and they’re always in high demand,” etc. These sentiments reflected perfectly the content of my fear driven, romanticised, superficial fantasies in which I dawned the stethoscope. My doctor daydreams had more to do with feelings of vanity, fear of instability and failure, than the actual mending, saving and extending human lives. Caving in somewhat, I did, momentarily, enrol in biological and neuroscience courses only to swiftly rekindle my initial reasons for leaving. Boiled down to its core, my problem was simple. I could not justify, with an adequate level of certainty that my chosen path would lead to success. In short, this was the juncture where inadequate planning had met with a lack of confidence and conviction. However, having university career councillors within in reach, and social networking at my finger tips, researching possible career paths was relatively simple. In contrast, developing a firm self-assurance in my endeavours, and understanding why its presence was lacking to begin with took some time. In some sense, certain sections of the South Asian community appear to be relatively monolithic with respect to their insights on education and subsequent career paths. Phrased differently, there seems to exist an inherited, outdated, formulaic notion of how success is achieved. By no means is this entirely representative of the South Asian community, nor is it even unique. However, in my personal experience, and from what I’ve gleaned of the experiences of others, risk-taking, exploration and going against conventional wisdom are often not met with encouragement, support or enthusiasm. Perhaps that is one reason, among many —including a lack of resources and implicit bias to name but two —for the continued under representation of South Asians in particular fields. Despite this probable reasoning, an individual— depending of course on the severity of their circumstances —would be remiss in using it as a crutch. Adequate planning and research offer realistic insights that dispel both notions of career fantasy and myopic, cynical predictions of future career disaster. Furthermore, and this may sound mawkish, even trite, but in some way, at an individual and societal level, what you’re pursuing should fulfill you with a sense of something greater. Put more succinctly in a slightly different way, a large amount of your life will be spent working to earn a living; wouldn’t it be nice if what you were doing didn’t suck? This article is dedicated to:
1. Faisal T.(and his crew) owner of Brown Man Clothing who introduced me to The Weekly Voice. 2. Yumna B. for willingly checking over the first million drafts. 3. Binoy Thomas, Editor of The Weekly Voice, for forcing me to step things up. My Grandfather is 90 years old and still very, very sharp. He has served as an Officer in the Navy, traveled around the world, and has managed to establish himself as a successful entrepreneur in a foreign country. Since he’s retired his hobby these days consist of reading about mobsters and mafias.
The other day he gave me some advice that I thought I would share. “I’ve been to Spain, Holland, Germany, England, Qatar, and the USA. You should travel too. But don’t go to New York, or London, or any place like that. There’s no point. Those places are all the same. Most cities are all the same. I want you to go to a poor country. I want you to witness poverty with your own eyes: true poverty. Do you want to know why I left Pakistan? Everyday you would see beggars lining the streets. Being rich in a poor country does not free you from poverty. You’re surrounded by poverty. It’s a sickness of society. Do you think everyone owns a warm house and watches the snow fall? No. I don’t want you to live in poverty; just witness it. Then boy, you’ll understand how this world really works.” I think he has a point. I’ve never been much of a city guy anyway. Cenk Ugyur of TYT(The Young Turks) conducts a great interview with Danny Trejo discussing his has past as a convict to his current career as a Hollywood actor. Danny attributes much of his success to firstly, abstaining from drugs and alcohol, and secondly, to performing random acts of kindness.
When you're studying, try making the material relevant to your own life. That's how I aced my neuro exam. The only way I’d ever forget you is if cupid’s arrow took a misguided trajectory, bumping into my hippocampus, totally displacing my explicit memory. But, my love for you is an unconditional conditioned response. So, unless I sell my cerebellum, I’ll hold your elegance and simplicity in a garden I only know implicitly. Prime me with the warmth of your embrace— as my neurons race and pace — I pray my FFA will recognise but more hopefully recall your face. * This poem was for my girlfriend
** Well, technically, “ex-girlfriend” *** The poem had nothing to do with our mutual break-up **** I left her. |