Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Your Love is my Drug?

Who would have thought that the euphoria we feel when we’re falling in love could actually help with pain relief? A recent study conducted at Stanford University in the US has found that viewing a picture of a loved one can actually stimulate a stronger pain-relief response than the typical ‘distraction’ tests that have previously been trialed. So maybe all those hours you spent fantasizing over that new love-interest could have been helping you relieve your own pain.

The study, conducted on 15 students at university in the United States who described themselves as “intensely in love”, measured the response to pain that each student felt when they looked at a photo of the person they were romantically involved with. To balance the results, measurements in response to pain were also taken when the students looked at photos of another similarly attractive person who they were acquainted with but not romantically involved with and also in response to pain when a simple word-association distraction test was conducted.

All of these conditions were tested at three levels of pain to further substantiate the results. The “pain” which the students were subjected to was differing levels of exposure to heat through a thermal stimulator attached to their left hand. Each student was measured individually to gauge what levels of temperature would cause differing levels of discomfort and they were then subjected to 15 second blocks of the different levels of heat exposure.

The student’s responses to the stimuli were mapped by the MRI imaging of the brain in response to pain in the three conditions the study set up. The scientists conducting the study looked at both the areas of the brain that determine reward responses, or pleasure centres, and those areas of the brain that deal with analgesics- or in other words, painkillers.

In almost all instances, the measurements found that the response to viewing a photo of a person’s loved-one created a greater amount of activity in the areas of the brain that are associated with reward and pain management. Most importantly though, the study found that the response to viewing a picture of a loved one can actually be stronger and more effective in stimulating pain-relief than distraction tests that have long been accepted in the scientific community.

In a recent interview with Tracie White for Science Daily, one of the authors of the study Dr Sean Mackey, a professor at Stanford School of Medicine, said that it was important for the study to focus on younger and more passionate forms of love, which was where the feelings of euphoria were more strongly felt.

“We specifically were not looking for longer-lasting, more mature phases of the relationship. We wanted subjects who were feeling euphoric, energetic, obsessively thinking about their beloved, craving their presence,” he said.

“When passionate love is described like this, it in some ways sounds like an addiction. We thought, 'Maybe this does involve similar brain systems as those involved in addictions which are heavily dopamine-related.' Dopamine is the neurotransmitter in our brain that is intimately involved with feeling good."

The findings of the study are intriguing because the pleasure centres in the brain that were activated during the romantic-partner test are the same as those that are activated when a person takes specific drugs, for example cocaine. A co-author of the study, Jarred Younger, says that the findings are interesting because ultimately the brain responds in a similar way when a person views a picture of the person they are in love with as to when they are taking drugs.

“One of the key sites for love-induced analgesia is the nucleus accumbens, a key reward addiction center for opioids, cocaine and other drugs of abuse. The region tells the brain that you really need to keep doing this.” No wonder thinking and talking about your new partner in the early stages of a relationship seems so addictive!

The implications of this study are far reaching, not only in the field of neuroscience, but also in the field of psychology and the nature of drug addiction. The results of the tests suggest that reward centres in the brain can be activated by a naturally occurring biological method (in that the brain has reacted to a visual stimulus) with the same result as the reaction to illicit drugs that the brain experiences. Addiction to illicit drugs is a ubiquitous problem in western society and the results of the study could influence more study into different, less dangerous ways of stimulating pleasure centres in the brain.

Arthur Aron, co-author of the study, suggests to Tracie White that the findings are indicative of the way the brain responds to a pleasurable stimulus without relying on illicit drugs and reflect a move toward a relatively risk-free stimulus of the pleasure centres in the brain.

“When thinking about your beloved, there is intense activation in the reward area of the brain — the same area that lights up when you take cocaine, the same area that lights up when you win a lot of money…this tells us that you don’t have to just rely on drugs for pain relief. People are feeling intense rewards without the side effects of drugs.”

Although the results do suggest a natural process of inducing pain-relief and stimulating pleasure in the brain, Sean Mackey is not so forthcoming about the partner-test replacing traditional pain medication any time soon.

“I don't see our evoked test being used in a treatment manner. It was specifically designed to only manipulate analgesia and from the perspective of viewing images that would be considered rewarding” he says.

Ultimately we’re still a long way off from using romantic love as a medical or pharmacological cure for the blues, and anyone who has fallen in love could probably tell you they didn’t need a study to tell you falling in love feels great. But the results do help to shed light on the issue of drug addiction. As the same reward centres in the brain are stimulated by the recognition of looking at a loved-one as those that are stimulated when a person takes illicit drugs, the results could be used to further investigate how addictions to these drugs can be more efficiently managed. But the biggest problem that arises from the study- what happens to all of us who aren’t falling in love?

Monday, October 18, 2010

Sheer Perfection




And when you need me I’ll always be here-Rufus Wainwright

Tonight, again, Rufus Wainwright sung only to me. The Perth Concert Hall was filled to the brim, but it was just me and him in the room. This man speaks to me like no other individual can. His lyrics are my thoughts, ordered, and written down so eloquently it astounds me as to how someone else could really and truly be thinking what I’m thinking but telling it so much better than I can.

Rufus Wainwright is painfully talented. A brilliant musician, his control over his vocals is unparalleled and lyrically I don’t think anyone could be as intuitive and as honest as he makes himself. He offers his audience up a part of himself when he sings to them and tonight, just like last time, he offered himself up to me. And not just himself, but he shone a mirror in my face and allowed me to look inside my own head like only he can.

I cannot express what I was feeling. Each song sweeps you in and as you listen to the words you’re taken on a journey through your own thoughts as the loves of your life flash before your eyes and you begin to remember all those little things about everyone you ever loved and how much you miss them and how much you loved being in love. He reminds you about those small little details like the winkles in the side of the first one’s mouth, or the smell of the second one, or the shape of the third one’s shoulders and the pain of loss is almost too much to bear. But then he reminds you that although these loves are too great to forget, there’s going to be many more- each offering you the things you can’t imagine missing now.

For two and a half hours tonight my brain was somewhere else. Away from the noise and business of the day time. Inside the vaulted room I was able to travel back to a time where things were just as complicated but seem so simple now. There was me, him, my dreams and the future we were supposed to have- and still will have.

The first half of the show was like nothing I’d ever seen before. I knew that Rufus was going to play his latest release “Songs For Lulu” in its entirety and I was a little nervous to say the least. The album is a strange one because its just him and the piano. All the songs are vocally demanding (as only Rufus Wainwright can write and perform) and so I was nervous that it wouldn’t measure up to the recording. I was similarly nervous because, as any music appreciator will tell you, a new album takes a while to wash over you and sink into your soul as albums tend to do and this one hadn’t really done that yet. I liked several songs and I had tried to listen to it all the way through a few times but I hadn’t succeeding in accomplishing the task. However, as he entered the stage adorned in a gorgeous cape with feathers around his naked shoulders I immediately lost all hesitations about what was going to unfold in front of me. The piano washed over me and his voice swept me into the place I remained for the entire first half. Completely compelled. The highlights were The Dream and the last song surprisingly, Zebulon, which I hadn’t warmed to very well before tonight, but now I will dream about. With a strange visual accompaniment in the background which was just shots of a darkened eye opening and closing I felt watched, but not threatened. It was a performance like no other and one I will not forget.

The second act was, as expected, warm and charming. In stark contrast to the first act which was engaging but slightly haunting, the second was like an old friend had come over and sat down at the piano in the lounge and just began singing the old songs you used to sing together. I was always partial to the Rufus rendition of Hallelujah rather than the Buckley or Cohen rendition, and tonight’s performance of said song was simply, perfect. Absolutely perfect- his control and command of such a big space with just his voice and a piano is remarkable.

If nothing else, Rufus Wainwright reminded me tonight of why I love him and I love how he speaks to me. I am reminded to do the things I love and be the girl I need to be. And I am forever indebted to him for that.

A few more nice days








I took this for a joke blog I had to set up but it ended up being a great photo of a beautiful girl.

Friday, October 15, 2010

Taking a big ol’ step back for feminism!

First off- I don’t hate men. I like men. I love men. I have a great relationship with my dad, my oldest friend is a boy, I tend to spend a lot of time with men and I like them. They’re funny, interesting, different, irritating- all the things that make every other human being on the planet fascinating to the next person. So perhaps I am not the right person to be discussing the woeful situation that has be-felled my mysterious masculine mates. Or perhaps I’m the perfect person to be discussing it.

I need to preface this article by openly stating that I have a negative attitude towards contemporary feminism. I don’t get it. I’m 21- I’ve never lived through a sexual revolution or gender war and for the most part I have surrounded myself with men who treat me as an equal; or at least they try their hardest to do so. So I find myself mystified when females around my age bang on about how shit men are. They’re not that bad! I don’t want to make excuses for men who are genuinely misogynistic or chauvinistic but I think the sooner that women start to realize that not all men are “pigs” the sooner this “equality” that we seem to be so desperate for will materialize. Similarly the sooner we (women), and men, realize that WE ARE DIFFERENT the sooner we can move on from these differences and- if I may be so bold- embrace these differences?

As much as I like men, I can openly admit that I don’t understand them. I have had insights into the ones who have allowed me to get close to them and or who have tried to explain the male “condition” as it were, but these insights are for the most part very specific to the person themselves and in the grand scheme of things I’m just as clueless as the next girl as to how the male brain works. And I’ll bet most men can admit the same about the way girls think. But I think it is unfair for men or women to take this lack of understanding and judge the other gender for it. Its not men’s fault I don’t get them….and its certainly not my fault when men don’t understand me! But please don’t let the lack of understand cloud your judgment about the opposite sex. Embrace it. Surely in an age where we can jump on Google and get an answer for pretty much anything we should rejoice in the things in life we can’t get straight answers for? Maybe that’s just me. But I like the idea of having a bank of unexplored people and experience that lays waiting for me to uncover. Boys- the final frontier?

This little musing is inspired from my exposure more neo-feminism than I care to be exposed to in recent weeks. Let me state, for perhaps the first time, that feminism in its purest form, in its real, true and historical form, was a movement that needed to happen. I may look at the ideal of Betty in Mad Men and think “wow it’d be nice to be able to just marry a beautiful man and have beautiful kids and keep a beautiful house and just be beautiful all day” but really and truly I know I’m not kidding anyone. The women in my gender’s past have done me a tremendous service in allowing me to be the vocal, opinionated and (seemingly) confident young women I am today and I will forever be grateful to them for that. But I refuse to believe that the search for equality between the sexes that these women strove toward was meant to turn into the vicious, spiteful rage that has spawned itself in the modern woman. Men are not the enemy. No one is the enemy. We don’t have to have enemies. But we’re so used to being on the offensive that the ‘enemy’ just keeps rearing its ugly head. Worryingly though I think it’s ourselves that have become said enemy. But I don’t want to spout another “love yourself” rhetorical piece of self-affirming nonsense that we modern gals have grown up reading. The only self-affirmation that a women needs is the safety of being a woman and the understanding that goes along with being a woman. Men are different and scary, but really and truly that’s why we love them right?

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Tears for Riewoldt

Scene Setting:
Pub in St Kilda. It's Tuesday afternoon. The rain is pouring down on the seaside suburb and Nick Riewoldt has been drowning his sorrows for a good few hours (and the days preceding). He's sitting alone at a table next to the men's toilets. The bar staff have been meticulously topping up his schooner on the hour- they have of course watched this all happen before last year. Nick stares out of the window next to him and watches the people pass by and the shops take down their St Kilda flags for another year. The mood is quiet reflection.

In stark contrast Mick Malthouse has been boozing for days. He's on a Scavenger hunt that's been set up by Eddie Maguire and Nick Maxwell. Everyone has to get a coaster from underneath the beer that every St Kilda player is sure to be nursing on this sullen Tuesday afternoon. Mick's never been one to take a challenge lightly so he's gone for the big one- The Champ.

Begin Scene
The harsh light that pierces the dank of the St Kilda pub when the door is opened makes all the patrons look to the door- all the patrons bar Nick. Mick swaggers in.

Mick: G'day (sways on the spot)

Empty silence.

Mick: walks further into the bar I hope you all don't mind me popping in like this but I'm just looking for an old friend of mine.
His eyes pass over the whole bar until he spots the small figure of Nick in the corner who still has not looked up.

Mick: I just want a quick word. Won't be a minute.

Dennis, the local die-hard who's been at every St Kilda game for the last 18 years stands up quickly and steps in front of Mick.

Dennis: You're not welcome here boy. You're well behind enemy lines now. You're walking a dangerous path.

Mick: Oh come now, I just wanted to ask a little favour. I'm sure Nick will oblige me.

Dennis looks towards Nick. Nick lowers his glass, eyes forward still. The tension in the room is palpable.

Dennis: You can go. But I've got eyes in the back of my head Malthouse. One wrong move and you'll wish you had Harry O'Brien skipping up behind you. You'll have a concave head mate.

Mick: Steadies himself Too easy Matey. You just sit down and enjoy your beer. I'll be done with Nick in two blinks of the eye.

Mick saunters across the room. Nick does not look away from where his eyes have been the whole time, staring out the window. Mick gets to the table Nick is sitting at and waits to be addressed. An address does not come.

Mick: Well I would've expected more from you Champ. You could at least look at me.

Silence

Mick: Oh Nick, don't be like this. I can imagine how hard this must be for you but I just have a quick favour to ask. Mick is swaying dangerously on the spot. How was your weekend by the way? Mine's been a bit huge as you can probably imagine. Had a little success to celebrate.

Silence

Mick: Mate, mate, mate. I just wanna say. Good luck next season. I mean you can't win 'em all can ya? Can ya mate? Nah you can't. But we should let bygones be bygones you know? Course you do Son you're a good lad. Shame about Heath's smother wasn't it? He's a good boy. All my boys are good boys. But now, down to business. Can I. I mean would you mind, if I had your coaster. I've gotta get it back to Nick and the boys so they know I'm not soft. I mean, bloody hell you'd think coaching Collingwood to their 14th Premiership would make the boys cut me some slack but gee wizz they're pranksters aren't they! You bloody bet they are! So yeah I need your coaster Matey. I mean it's not like you've got a Premiership Cup to rest on it so you won't mind will you?

Nick takes a deep breath- acknowledging Mick for the first time. As his head starts to turn towards Mick, silent tears start flowing down his cheeks. He looks into Mick's eyes and lets him see him cry. Mick's bravado drops away. He is stunned. He takes a step back.
Nick picks up his coaster and hands it out for Mick to take.

Mick's discomfort is obvious. As the tears keep flowing down Nick's face the patrons of the bar start to look over. They can see the pain in their captain's eyes. They start to stand. They walk over and form a guard of honour around their wounded hero. The scene is peaceful and supportive. Mick is out of his element deeply now.

Mick: (Quietly, with his voice breaking slightly) What's all this then Nick? You need your boyfriends around you just to talk to me.

Dennis: Leave Mick.

Mick: I just wanna talk to Nick!

Dennis: (Slowly, menacingly) Leave now. Before it's too late.

Mick: Look if you St Kilda wusses can't face up to your losses that's not my fault. You're in the presence of greatness right now and Nick should feel bloody blessed I've even sunk this low to come down and see him.

The mood changes quickly. The quiet support the guard of honour has created is swapped immediately with blood-lust. The guard begins to circle around Mick. The feeling is ominous and hateful.

Mick: Right well I'm off. I've got Dale Thomas outside and I promised him I'd help him get laid today so I'll be going.

Dennis: I'm sorry Mick. I can't let that happen.

The scuffle happens quickly. Mick tries to break the circle but he is grabbed from all angles. He calls out but a St Kilda beanie is shoved in his mouth. His arms and legs are bound quickly with St Kilda scarves even though he is struggling. The pack has overpowered him and they drag him into the toilet. The beanie in his mouth falls out as he is dragged and from inside the toilet his screams can be heard. The blows are raining down. The St Kilda faithful have spoken.

Nick does not move whilst the scuffle occurs. After Mick is dragged into the toilet he sits down and regains his position looking out the window. He lifts his beer to his mouth slowly. His tears have dried and a sly smile breaks across his face.

Nick: Who's crying now Mick.



End scene.