Wednesday, June 10, 2009

How We Decide...

How We Decide by Jonah Lehrer rehashes many recent pop-psych books, but is non-the-less a decent read.

It has some good ending advice... be aware of how you are thinking.

Know what your emotions tell you and when to trust them. But, beware that emotions that can let you down when you do not have experience with the situation, when you are under stress, or when you are on a loosing or a winning streak. When loosing people tend to take unwarranted risks because they have to make up for what they've lost. When people win they also tend to take too many risks because they feel they are on an lucky streak.

Know what your rational brain tells you, but be aware of it's limitations. It won't know your preferences-- that's emotional. It can get overwhelmed with too much data. We tend to give each fact equal weight when the truth is some facts are very important while others are just detail.

Monday, June 1, 2009

Ma vie en rose

Ma vie en rose is the story of a seven year old boy who thinks he's a girl. This causes much stress for the family as their son freaks out the neighbors.

The movie avoids sexuality. It really is just about about who thinks he's a girl. There is no why to this. The boy doesn't think through the full implications of this. He just knows that he's a girl.

What was interesting is that even though the movie is set in suburban France, it could have been suburban America. The small houses set next to each other, the daily grind of families with kids, seem to be the same the world over. The only difference i could spot was a scene where the parents pour champagne for their kids. The whole family drank together to celebrate the fathers new job.

I had a problem with some of the writing. At the beginning of the move the father was the most uncomfortable with his cross dressing son, while the mother was tolerant. By the end of the movie their attitudes flipped with the father accepting his son and the mother lashing out at the boy for causing problems-- for not fitting in.

Still, it was a plesant film.