In a footnote to a May 10, 2005, memorandum from the Office of Legal Council, the Bush attorney general’s office argued that restricting the caloric intake of terrorist suspects to 1000 calories a day was medically safe because people in the United States were dieting along those lines voluntarily.
“While detainees subject to dietary manipulation are obviously situated differently from individuals who voluntarily engage in commercial weight-loss programs, we note that widely available commercial weight-loss programs in the United States employ diets of 1000 kcal/day for sustain periods of weeks or longer without requiring medical supervision,” read the footnote. “While we do not equate commercial weight loss programs and this interrogation technique, the fact that these calorie levels are used in the weight-loss programs, in our view, is instructive in evaluating the medical safety of the interrogation technique.”
Another another friendly reminder that the Minnesota Starvation Experiment subjected adult men who were VOLUNTEERS to 1,560 calorie diets and the psychological effects were so profound that one volunteer cut three of his own fingers off and could not remember why.
These men were volunteers who knew exactly what they would be going through and when it would end, and who believed they were doing it for a good and moral reason (the research was used to help rehabilitate victims of starvation and famine at the end of WWII).
And these are the things we are expected to engage in FOREVER to stay at a “healthy” weight.
Reading about the Minnesota Starvation experiment was my wake-up call. It was what kicked me out of my eating disorder. The guy missing three fingers, whatever his name was, he was the last straw for me.
Scared me so fucking bad I stopped restricting my food that day, and never went back to it.
Just bringin’ this back around like I sometimes do.
Wow. This really hit me hard.
EAT
Fun fact– calorie restriction exacerbates symptoms of pretty much *every* mental illness.
One of the BEST WAYS I fight my anorexia is wising up with scientific facts, and letting go of my twisted logic!!!
When you feel like restricting, remember that diet culture MADE you think restriction=weightloss=skinny=Good.
Gina Kolata’s book Rethinking Thin has a lot of fact and is very readable, for those wanting a jumping-off point.
i go down this and break my legs landing in the shitty little pool with the acceleration from that twenty foot straight section and the people audience clap their fuckin asses off
our father, who art in the
they gonna skid over the top of that kiddie pool and straight into the front row 😂😂😂
Shout out to my Arabic teacher that looked at us yesterday mid-lesson and said, “I’m worried. You all look exhausted and depressed.”
Of we were all like, “Oh yeah we’re dead inside, you haven’t noticed?”
And he snapped shut the textbook, threw up his hands and said, “That’s not healthy! No more vocab! Time for dancing!”
And he taught us a dance from Iraq and we danced instead of doing vocab. We didn’t stop dancing until he saw all of us laughing and was satisfied that we were all feeling better. It was perhaps the coolest, most kind-hearted thing I’ve ever seen a college instructor do.
the legend of the Bakeneko is important to fully understand this!! The legend says that if a cat lives a very very long life, its tail will slowly split into two, and it will reach the status of a minor god!! … the downside is that its spirit will inevitably outlive its owners, whose spirits will move on to the afterlife, and without anyone to leave food offerings for it, it will become an angry and vengeful beast that haunts its home.
This man has two bakeneko following him. two cats that were well cared for and lived long lives, who now watch over him.
I wasn’t familiar with this particular myth, it’s really fucking cool!
I feel like a Force-sensitive McCoy would make a poor Jedi but an even worse Sith. He’s 100% run by his emotions, but all his emotions are based in compassion.
He’d surely give a Jedi Master an Anakin-sized headache, but a Sith Master he’d outright send into conniptions.
Sidious, on the look-out for aggressive Jedi to turn into Inquisitors before Order 66, considers this openly angry little man. After all, even just mentioning his name makes the entire Council cringe, a similar reaction to what they give whenever he gives young Skywalker preferential treatment.
So he invites this Jedi Knight McCoy to tea to chat, to get a bead on where his emotions lie, wondering what sort of offer he can make him, what seed he can plant to make McCoy one of his lackeys come Order 66.
When McCoy arrives, his face carries a scowl that would rival even Sidious’ first apprentice. A violent sort, clearly. He’s reminded of Pong Krell and knows exactly how to appeal to this brand of Jedi.
“General McCoy,” Chancellor Palpatine greets his guest with a smile and instantly realizes he’s miscalculated.
It’s like talking to an angrier version of Duchess Satine Kryze, a thing Sidious had not even considered possible until now.
“…and that’s not even getting into the treatment of the clone army we have purchased! Have you – the Chancellor of the Republic – simply forgotten the Republic’s anti-slavery laws? Or has that to been a ‘sacrifice for the security of our people’? Are the clones not our people? They’re certainly dying for us! This war is an abomination on…”
Sidious is seriously considering calling Maul in for pest control by the time McCoy caps it all off with: “I’m a Jedi, dammit, not a general.”
Exodus from the blue hellsite 