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[10ebbor10]

Both, probably. However, it's not unlikely that biological changes as a result of hormones wouldn't have any effect on the human brain.

WIKIDUMP

Oh, and wherether they are caused by nature or nurture, the differences are there and won't go away by ignoring them.

I have gay friends that would contest any "men aren't complicated" claim quite aggressively.

@ebbor: I don't see why statistic/"brain scan" methods rule out the possibility of learned behavior.

When did I say that? I just stated that the average male (group) has a tendency to speak less, form leader structures easier and is better at abstract reasoning.

Because male and women in similair situations/ upbringin/jobs still show significant changes* in brain structuring and usage when asked different type of questions.

Link

*We're talking about things like language and such being handled by entirely different parts of the human brain, and such.

Isn't there something like a 70% difference in the amount of connections between the left and right hemispheres of the brain for men and women? I forget which way round it is but I'm pretty sure that it's a thing.

Unaware of that. What I do now is that the connections made are different. For example, females activate both hemispheres for language, rather than just the left. (or was it right, can't remember)

Other things are that the male brain is significantly heavier/larger, but also less efficient with connections.

[Xantalos]

TO THE DISCUSSION THREAD WITH YE

[10ebbor10]

TO THE DISCUSSION THREAD WITH YE

I don't wanna go. 

[Yoink]

Head is hurt. Bluh. Not enough sleep.

[Loud Whispers]

Spoiler: Don't kill your invisible husband to see what he looks like or you'll sob your heart out. But don't worry about the millions of invisible men coming to attack your village because they won't kill you if you don't know how to fight them. (click to show/hide)

The sleepy sunlight dripped in luxuriously through the broken window pane of our small cottage and pooled in small rivulets along the floor. As the invisible cock crowed in the adjoining barnyard, it seemed to be another sleepy day of invisible farming. But reality hit me as surprisingly as a silent stampede of invisible elephants and I was startled into the realisation that today was the day. The day when my life - my life as I knew it - would be over.

The others had been taken away. There were no more now save my husband and I and the few chickens and invisible roosters that were left in our village. The horde had killed them. Killed them all. Indiscriminately. Horribly. I knew they were dead, because I could see their corpses, lying abused in the dusty street. You could only see them when they were dead, that was when they became visible. I thought of all the poor wives, taken away, or killed by the Horde, who would never get to see the faces of their husbands that they had loved so dearly.

Nobody knew where the Horde had come from. Nobody would probably ever find out, if we were the last. One day, maybe a few moons ago, if I kept my count correctly, they came yelling and screaming into our village. You could see the invisible Horde coming by the huge cloud of dust that their running feet kicked up as they scampered violently towards us. The first time they came was bizarre in a horribly violent surreal sort of way, like we were coming out of a dream. They didn't kill everybody, but those they did kill died horribly. The men, once virtuously and honorably invisible, were torn into this world with bloodied limbs and looks of petrified terror. But...they only killed those who tried to kill them: those people with the knowledge of how to fight the invisible Horde.

These thoughts rushed through my head, and I leaned over to check if Xavier was still in bed. Fuck! He was gone. I was lost on what to do. The memory of last night's bedroom revelation washed over me. Xavier had always been a peaceful farmer. That's why I had loved him so much. He had been one of those kind souls for whom any violence was a total waste. His only wish was to spend life tending invisible sheep and growing his invisible cacti. But...the strain of the entire village being decimated got to him. It had managed to plant the seed of violence deep within his once gentle heart. He had planned revenge, and had a revelation on how to fight the invisible men. I had cried. He refused to tell me what he had learned in fear of my life.

Oh Xavier, what have you come to? Who have you become? Where have you gone? I will never see the face of the man who had loved me for so long. He will forever be but an invisible spectre of my memory.

I had come close to killing him last night. Killing out of love, or maybe mercy. I knew the Horde would get him. The Horde left nobody unscathed. He could have died a quick death at my hands. I could have seen his face. But now...now, he's gone. Gone forever. The overcast clouds overhead fly by, and I know the Horde is coming. They won't take me. I don't know enough.

If Xavier were so lucky.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

http://everything2.com/title/Don%2527t+kill+your+invisible+husband+to+see+what+he+looks+like+or+you%2527ll+sob+your+heart+out.+But+don%2527t+worry+about+the+millions+of+invisible+men+coming+to+attack+your+village+because+they+won%2527t+kill+you+if+you+don%2527t+know+how+to+fight+them.

[Graknorke]

Spoiler: Don't kill your invisible husband to see what he looks like or you'll sob your heart out. But don't worry about the millions of invisible men coming to attack your village because they won't kill you if you don't know how to fight them. (click to show/hide)

The sleepy sunlight dripped in luxuriously through the broken window pane of our small cottage and pooled in small rivulets along the floor. As the invisible cock crowed in the adjoining barnyard, it seemed to be another sleepy day of invisible farming. But reality hit me as surprisingly as a silent stampede of invisible elephants and I was startled into the realisation that today was the day. The day when my life - my life as I knew it - would be over.

The others had been taken away. There were no more now save my husband and I and the few chickens and invisible roosters that were left in our village. The horde had killed them. Killed them all. Indiscriminately. Horribly. I knew they were dead, because I could see their corpses, lying abused in the dusty street. You could only see them when they were dead, that was when they became visible. I thought of all the poor wives, taken away, or killed by the Horde, who would never get to see the faces of their husbands that they had loved so dearly.

Nobody knew where the Horde had come from. Nobody would probably ever find out, if we were the last. One day, maybe a few moons ago, if I kept my count correctly, they came yelling and screaming into our village. You could see the invisible Horde coming by the huge cloud of dust that their running feet kicked up as they scampered violently towards us. The first time they came was bizarre in a horribly violent surreal sort of way, like we were coming out of a dream. They didn't kill everybody, but those they did kill died horribly. The men, once virtuously and honorably invisible, were torn into this world with bloodied limbs and looks of petrified terror. But...they only killed those who tried to kill them: those people with the knowledge of how to fight the invisible Horde.

These thoughts rushed through my head, and I leaned over to check if Xavier was still in bed. Fuck! He was gone. I was lost on what to do. The memory of last night's bedroom revelation washed over me. Xavier had always been a peaceful farmer. That's why I had loved him so much. He had been one of those kind souls for whom any violence was a total waste. His only wish was to spend life tending invisible sheep and growing his invisible cacti. But...the strain of the entire village being decimated got to him. It had managed to plant the seed of violence deep within his once gentle heart. He had planned revenge, and had a revelation on how to fight the invisible men. I had cried. He refused to tell me what he had learned in fear of my life.

Oh Xavier, what have you come to? Who have you become? Where have you gone? I will never see the face of the man who had loved me for so long. He will forever be but an invisible spectre of my memory.

I had come close to killing him last night. Killing out of love, or maybe mercy. I knew the Horde would get him. The Horde left nobody unscathed. He could have died a quick death at my hands. I could have seen his face. But now...now, he's gone. Gone forever. The overcast clouds overhead fly by, and I know the Horde is coming. They won't take me. I don't know enough.

If Xavier were so lucky.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

http://everything2.com/title/Don%2527t+kill+your+invisible+husband+to+see+what+he+looks+like+or+you%2527ll+sob+your+heart+out.+But+don%2527t+worry+about+the+millions+of+invisible+men+coming+to+attack+your+village+because+they+won%2527t+kill+you+if+you+don%2527t+know+how+to+fight+them.

I think maybe this would go better in the WFT thread. Because seriously.
What the fuck did I just read?

[Erkki]

I want you all to know that currently my situation is going downhill worse than ever. I just moved my home address.

It looks like there will be no discussion. Isnt it scary how someone can he brainwashed and manipulated by her own parents to destroy a family and lives of 3 people, including hers?

As sad as it is, I've came to the conclusion that shes more or less beyond my help. I've more or less found peace of mind now, at least compared to the situation a couple of days ago.

The next step from my behalf will be a series of lawsuits.


EDIT: that also means that I'm going to give myself some therapy in the form of, but not limited to(of course!), computer gaming and probably writing another Lets Play some time in the future. Perhaps not near future, but for my own sanity I cant continue to think about things I cant help, be they how bad as they are, even when they touching the people I love the most.

My girl is beyond my help now.

[Skyrunner]

Brainwashed?!

Oh dear. O_o

[Vector]

Man. . . my cousin asked me to help me with some questions for a psychological development course (things he needed for a final paper), but it ended up being a whole lot of questions that had to do with self-esteem and friend-making and bullying and stuff like that, and now he knows all about my self-esteem that vacillates between crushingly low and stupidly high and a whole bunch of other stuff and I'm afraid to check my email because I'm worried he'll be like "gee, you're more of a horrible person than I even thought you were, why do you feel so sorry for yourself over nothing."

Dammit.

[Jopax]

After three months I've took a cigarette, I've felt I've needed it, not sure why, just been feeling down for the past week or so, needed this thing to bring me to a rather big low, hopefully this'll force me to start an upwards journey, kinda, I hope.

[Loud Whispers]

not sure why

Your body telling you you need it. The question is do you really?

[Jopax]

Nope, but I'm on the verge of depression for whatever stupid reason and I need a target for all the guilt and some source of happiness, however small it is. Gonna have to tell certain people about it, again, no matter how bad it might seem to them (being an extreme hypocrite about this shit). Oh well, hopefully next time, I make it over four months without any shit that makes go over the smoking threshold :C

[Loud Whispers]

You made it a long time, it's steps. Steps all the way, steps going forward. You're doing all right!

[freeformschooler]

Man, finding play by post games of any traditional tabletop (Pathfinder/dnd, GURPS, anything they play down in FG&RP) to join is tough, and scheduling is always a nightmare I'd run one but I'm not known for my tenacity in running play by post games.

[Lord Shonus]

GiTP has huge numbers of play-by-post games.