Here’s the thing: this blog is going to be odd in some ways. Odd, you see, because on the one hand I’ll be quite willing to descend into the personal; on the other hand, I’ll have some clear limits. Some of that is current life stuff — I’m not going to talk openly about my job, for instance, mostly for a modicum of privacy, and because I don’t want to Cross Lines that will create Adverse Effects on Yours Truly’s Ass.
So please bear with me while I am maddeningly vague. Suffice to say — I work in a place in which I encounter many, many wonderful people. It is also a place that guarantees that I will encounter a bit more than the usual amount of woo woo.
Case in point: today, there was a reflexologist. I kid you not. I wanted to gag after a a few minutes of hearing him talk about his “healing abilities.” Pain cured! Diseases cured! The best bit, though, oh, the best bit — he got snarky about massage therapy. Oh, it’s nice, he said, because it relaxes you. But it doesn’t have the Proven Effectiveness of Reflexology.
Gah. Gah. Gah. GAH. Head. Must. Explode. Or. It. Will. Implode. GAH!
There was more, too, which I won’t talk about for fear of crossing that line. And for fear of descending into a storm of blue language.
Oh, the woo. The worst thing is, some of them are really, really nice. There’s an acupuncturist who is a truly sweet guy, a Good Man, and — yeah. At least I can say with that one that, if you squint really funny and cross your fingers, there might be something to acupuncture other than a mild placebo effect. At least several times a week, I get to see in action that great truth skeptics must confront: good, decent people, with good, decent minds, or brilliant minds, even, can believe the most unbelievable things.
It was a long day, folks. I’m tired, my feet hurt like hell, I have a headache, and I was UP TO MY ASS in woo. Please, talk rational to me.
Heh. That sounds like a comeon line at TAM: hey, baby, wanna get together and talk rational?
