This fake news phenomenon (this is the third and final installment of our current discussion; here are one and two) is related to the majority of folks’ inability to deal with cognitive dissonance. The stress we feel when we are confronted with data that is (diametrically or less so) opposed to the strongly held beliefs and ideas that we harbor internally. As such, we are more willing to accept fake news that doesn’t confront our beliefs- even if we suspect the “facts” have been uttered by Kelly Ann Conway (as in “alternative facts”).
The other weekend, I was talking with a friend about Parkinson’s Disease. One of our synagogue members is succumbing; during the discussion, my friend mentioned that his mom also suffered from the ailment. And, when I told him so did my grandfather, he mentioned how he was surprised that L-Dopa was the experimental treatment his mom tried- and that the doctor who was involved was at St. Barnabas in New York. To which I replied, he meant Dr. Bill Cooper- which blew him away. Because that was the name he was trying to draw up in his memory. It was pretty clear that we must have crossed paths some 47 years ago.
I have always been blessed with a rapid reading speed. And, way back when, I even tried to take an Evelyn Woods speed reading class. You know, back then, they guaranteed your money back if they didn’t improve your speed. Which meant- the three times I tried to take the course- that they kicked me out after 15 minutes. They had no desire to provide me any “free pointers”.
What do we do when we just can’t lose weight?
No, don’t tell me we’re not trying hard enough. Some folks have fallen into the black hole of (no) weight loss- metabolic syndrome. I know that sounds like gobbledygook- and to some degree it is. Because it is not an illness per se, but a combination of risk factors that mean the subject is not losing weight, can succumb to heart disease, and/or diabetes.
I was worried a while ago. While one of my friend was talking with us (we were sitting around a table at St. Elmo’s for our morning discussion), I noticed his hands were trembling. I thought he had more than enough coffee- or, worse, he was developing Parkinson’s Disease.