Tonight’s music video is “Who Will Comfort Me” from Melody Gardot, performing live at The Troubador in West Hollywood.
Does sex make you smarter? Well, it seems to make mice a little sharper at least. From the Inquisitr:
[A] new study conducted on mice [...] found that having sex increases the creation of neurons within the hippocampus, an area of the brain. A previous study had already shown that sex decreases stress and burns calories. When the mice in the latest study were stopped from having sex, a marked fall-off in their intelligence was detected.
The psychologists from the University of Maryland who carried out the study were quoted as saying:
‘We discovered that even though there had been the production of new neurons, the cognitive abilities acquired during the experiment decreased once the mice were subjected to long periods without sexual activity.’
The researchers noted that increased sexual activity floods the brain cells with oxygen and concluded that this leads to increased intelligence. Another study by the Konkuk University in South Korea backed up the findings, agreeing that sex increases intelligence.
Thanks M. Christian for this link, as with so many others.
Since we’re already on a saucy topic, I enjoyed Rachel Kramer Bussel’s sensible editorial about sexual fantasy in The Guardian, “Our Fantasies Say Less About Us Than We Think:”
A recent Boise State University study of 484 heterosexual women that showed that ’50% of the women had fantasies about other women that involved some kind of sexual experience.’ Does this mean they’re bisexual? Lesbian? Bicurious? Who knows and, to a degree, who cares? We don’t need to label every thought that comes into our minds, unless doing so helps us in some way. I’d imagine that there are plenty of heterosexual men who’ve entertained a homoerotic fantasy at some point, but are reluctant to admit that for fear that doing so would ‘make’ them gay. The same goes for sadomasochism and dominance and submission. [...] Attraction and action are two distinct things. Sometimes they are one and the same, and visualising yourself in a given sexual situation will lead to wanting to pursue it, but not always. We need to put a higher value on the act of fantasising and recognise that it can help revive a relationship or be a tool in figuring out what arouses us.
The problem with assuming that a given sexual fantasy (or appreciation of erotic books or films about a given subject) means anything more than being aroused by your own imagination or a form of entertainment is that it inhibits people from getting in touch with their real sexual feelings, even in their own minds. ‘Will this mean I’m gay? Perverted? Into group sex?’ We become our own personal thought police in this way, which doesn’t serve anyone’s best interests.
Happy hump day.
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