<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32147593</id><updated>2011-09-28T19:45:44.192+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Psychology for the Masses</title><subtitle type='html'>Psychology for the Masses brings psychology to the masses. Whether it's an interesting tidbit from the news, or theories on why people do what we do, or discussions of everyday psychology, this is where you find it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychologyforthemasses.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32147593/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychologyforthemasses.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dalandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04011290132239686885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32147593.post-414097772446081683</id><published>2008-10-27T20:57:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T09:50:49.724+01:00</updated><title type='text'>On blaming the parents</title><summary type='text'>It's been well over a year since I last posted - this blog got lost in the shuffle of daily life, trying to find a steady job (which I could have, except I'm picky enough to want something I actually enjoy, so I'm still temping), working temp jobs to pay rent, having a social life, having a relationship, finding a house, keeping the one we're still stuck in somewhat decent, not killing housemates</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32147593&amp;postID=414097772446081683' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32147593/posts/default/414097772446081683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32147593/posts/default/414097772446081683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychologyforthemasses.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-been-well-over-year-since-i-last.html' title='On blaming the parents'/><author><name>Dalandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04011290132239686885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32147593.post-3352418407475642125</id><published>2007-07-01T00:15:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T00:30:01.047+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bits and pieces</title><summary type='text'>Apparently, this is the first case study of delusions involving computer games. Considering how long computer games have been around, I'm surprised it took this long. If your mind plays tricks on you, it's going to use things that are familiar to you, so your delusions are going to be about things that are familiar to you. I'd've thought that computer games were ubiquitous enough to be the center</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32147593&amp;postID=3352418407475642125' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32147593/posts/default/3352418407475642125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32147593/posts/default/3352418407475642125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychologyforthemasses.blogspot.com/2007/07/bits-and-pieces.html' title='Bits and pieces'/><author><name>Dalandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04011290132239686885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32147593.post-2456506862911773081</id><published>2007-03-20T11:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T12:04:51.516+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Does that make me crazy?</title><summary type='text'>A friend of mine was recently advised by her GP to go see a psychologist for some problems she'd been having with her family for several years by now, that were causing her a lot of stress. I happened to speak to her boyfriend before I got to talk to her, and he mentioned she was having a bit of a rough time with that advice. So I gave it some time, and gave her a call - it was high time we meet </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32147593&amp;postID=2456506862911773081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32147593/posts/default/2456506862911773081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32147593/posts/default/2456506862911773081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychologyforthemasses.blogspot.com/2007/03/does-that-make-me-crazy.html' title='Does that make me crazy?'/><author><name>Dalandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04011290132239686885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32147593.post-4590785678542186965</id><published>2007-03-11T12:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T13:37:25.764+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop that pill</title><summary type='text'>I did my internship at a very ambitious university. This is the kind of school where if you're not getting top grades, you might as well have failed in the eyes of many teachers and co-students. The material was tough, too. This university is renowned internationally for being one of the top schools in its field. My job there was too counsel students, and it was not uncommon for students to just </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32147593&amp;postID=4590785678542186965' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32147593/posts/default/4590785678542186965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32147593/posts/default/4590785678542186965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychologyforthemasses.blogspot.com/2007/03/pop-that-pill.html' title='Pop that pill'/><author><name>Dalandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04011290132239686885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32147593.post-116212698475938606</id><published>2006-10-29T13:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T12:36:47.513+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How many percents nature is your omelet?</title><summary type='text'>One of the major discussions within the field of psychology is the question of nature versus nurture. If you get or don't get a disorder, or if you become or don't become a juvenile delinquent, is that because you were born that way, or because of the way life treated you? It's an interesting discussion, with often surprising results.For example, anti-social behavior and delinquency are often </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32147593&amp;postID=116212698475938606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32147593/posts/default/116212698475938606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32147593/posts/default/116212698475938606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychologyforthemasses.blogspot.com/2006/10/how-many-percents-nature-is-your.html' title='How many percents nature is your omelet?'/><author><name>Dalandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04011290132239686885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32147593.post-115928314947726206</id><published>2006-09-26T16:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T17:07:35.870+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I blame biology</title><summary type='text'>I'm a big fan of thrillers. I'm not into gore, but I like scary. This has made all my (ex)boyfriends laugh at me, because while I like them, I go through the roof whenever one of these saw-it-coming-miles-away startle moments come up. And I hide when there's gore. The men can stop laughing now though, because it's not my fault - it's just biology!Your basic emotions are scared and angry - flight </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32147593&amp;postID=115928314947726206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32147593/posts/default/115928314947726206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32147593/posts/default/115928314947726206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychologyforthemasses.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-blame-biology.html' title='I blame biology'/><author><name>Dalandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04011290132239686885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32147593.post-115850545541254213</id><published>2006-09-17T16:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T17:04:15.476+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone's an expert in psychology</title><summary type='text'>I spent most of yesterday at a masterclass about a new therapy mechanism for children. It was a post grad course, so I shouldn't have been there, but, as they say, it's not what you know but who you know, and I know the right people, it seems. Of course, said people probably feel the same way because they happily abused me for both feedback and doing small jobs like handing things out for them, </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32147593&amp;postID=115850545541254213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32147593/posts/default/115850545541254213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32147593/posts/default/115850545541254213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychologyforthemasses.blogspot.com/2006/09/everyones-expert-in-psychology.html' title='Everyone&apos;s an expert in psychology'/><author><name>Dalandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04011290132239686885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32147593.post-115633804222600668</id><published>2006-08-23T13:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T15:00:42.263+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so silly childrens' game</title><summary type='text'>Last weekend has been busy for me - I had a guest over from Norway, who joined me and my boyfriend to a big music festival. Thus, no long entry, but I wanted to comment on a conversation we had.For some reason, our houseguest - let's call him Sugar just to annoy him -  came to the topic of Peek-a-boo.  He was essentially commenting that it was the stupidest thing. After all, wouldn't you be </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32147593&amp;postID=115633804222600668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32147593/posts/default/115633804222600668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32147593/posts/default/115633804222600668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychologyforthemasses.blogspot.com/2006/08/not-so-silly-childrens-game.html' title='Not so silly childrens&apos; game'/><author><name>Dalandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04011290132239686885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32147593.post-115556050944159782</id><published>2006-08-14T14:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T15:01:49.456+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Safety in numbers</title><summary type='text'>A few years ago, I got to attend a concert by former Pink Floyd leadsman Roger Waters. I'm a great fan of the work of both the group and the man, so I was thrilled.One of the absolute musts at a concert of both the current Pink Floyd (in so much as that still exists) is of course "The Wall", so several songs from that album got played. Among others, there was "Run", a song that strongly refers to</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32147593&amp;postID=115556050944159782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32147593/posts/default/115556050944159782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32147593/posts/default/115556050944159782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychologyforthemasses.blogspot.com/2006/08/safety-in-numbers.html' title='Safety in numbers'/><author><name>Dalandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04011290132239686885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32147593.post-115480103571677858</id><published>2006-08-05T19:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T00:13:29.343+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Psychology students' disease... with a twist</title><summary type='text'>Anyone ever hear of medical students' disease? Apparently, doctors in the general area of a medicine faculty can tell what is being taught during that period, because medical students start appearing, claiming to have whatever type of disease they are currently learning about. We all have a great many symptoms of anything when we're looking for them, it seems.Psychology students, and particularly</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32147593&amp;postID=115480103571677858' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32147593/posts/default/115480103571677858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32147593/posts/default/115480103571677858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychologyforthemasses.blogspot.com/2006/08/psychology-students-disease-with-twist.html' title='Psychology students&apos; disease... with a twist'/><author><name>Dalandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04011290132239686885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32147593.post-115479962535710273</id><published>2006-08-05T19:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T19:41:11.866+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Psychology for the masses</title><summary type='text'>A good friend of mine studied theology, and posts about that topic in her blog with some regularity. I've always been impressed with the way she manages to bring what can be a boring, stuffy subject to us lay people in a way that is not only understandable, but fun and interesting.My field is psychology, and in my internship, which I just finished, I was told that I write well, and that I explain</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32147593&amp;postID=115479962535710273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32147593/posts/default/115479962535710273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32147593/posts/default/115479962535710273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychologyforthemasses.blogspot.com/2006/08/psychology-for-masses.html' title='Psychology for the masses'/><author><name>Dalandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04011290132239686885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
