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A hugely informative book that served as a refresher of all my Biopsych courses, only harder and more complicated. Sapolsky missed his calling as a comedian. He's genuinely likeable, and there really aren't that many physiology books currently on the market that can be described as "laugh out loud funny".
But I did. I LOL'd. Unabashed.
The take-home (or punchline, as Sapolsky was fond of referring to every thought that wasn't a quip -- but after 560 pages of the guy, I can say with a fair degree of authority that the irony was deliberate) is a continual state of stress ramps up your glucocorticoids which, essentially, burns you out. Diverts power from the thrusters, eats holes in your stomach, gives your immune system blind spots -- pretty much anything that sucks.
I liked his fond remembrances of his time among the baboons, stress within primate hierarchies, and any other lapses into evolutionary psych he made. But then, I tend to. I also liked how, after writing a book about stress, he strongly implied that meditation does nothing to help aside from in the moments when you're actively (inactively?) meditating, and religiousness/spirituality doesn't make you healthier, or prone to faster recovery, or anything except less stressed if your child has cancer.
Crowning achievement of the book was the Classic Coke anecdote. Genius.
Honorable mention to the warpath he went on regarding Dr. Siegel, the loon M.D. who initially perpetuated the flagrantly erroneous belief that you can just shrug off cancer if you keep a positive attitude and powerful faith in God. And I quote:
"This is relatively benign gibberish, and history buffs may even feel comforted by those among us who live the belief system of medieval peasants."
Savage.
I was also a big fan of his stress-avoidance recommendations. "Don't be born poor" most of all. Huh. Good idea. The whole SES section was fascinating, if deeply disheartening and vaguely socialistic. But, hey! Can't argue with math. I was intrigued by rich people experiencing more stress in higher income-inequality countries, but I don't think "cuz they're always on guard to keep poor people out of their sweet mansion" is the actual reason. That was a stretch. Li'l more research needed on that front, I reckon.
If nothing else, I walked away from this book with intimate knowledge of a hormone I didn't know existed, and a whole lexicon of new medical jargon with which to alienate friends and loved ones.
But I did. I LOL'd. Unabashed.
The take-home (or punchline, as Sapolsky was fond of referring to every thought that wasn't a quip -- but after 560 pages of the guy, I can say with a fair degree of authority that the irony was deliberate) is a continual state of stress ramps up your glucocorticoids which, essentially, burns you out. Diverts power from the thrusters, eats holes in your stomach, gives your immune system blind spots -- pretty much anything that sucks.
I liked his fond remembrances of his time among the baboons, stress within primate hierarchies, and any other lapses into evolutionary psych he made. But then, I tend to. I also liked how, after writing a book about stress, he strongly implied that meditation does nothing to help aside from in the moments when you're actively (inactively?) meditating, and religiousness/spirituality doesn't make you healthier, or prone to faster recovery, or anything except less stressed if your child has cancer.
Crowning achievement of the book was the Classic Coke anecdote. Genius.
Honorable mention to the warpath he went on regarding Dr. Siegel, the loon M.D. who initially perpetuated the flagrantly erroneous belief that you can just shrug off cancer if you keep a positive attitude and powerful faith in God. And I quote:
"This is relatively benign gibberish, and history buffs may even feel comforted by those among us who live the belief system of medieval peasants."
Savage.
I was also a big fan of his stress-avoidance recommendations. "Don't be born poor" most of all. Huh. Good idea. The whole SES section was fascinating, if deeply disheartening and vaguely socialistic. But, hey! Can't argue with math. I was intrigued by rich people experiencing more stress in higher income-inequality countries, but I don't think "cuz they're always on guard to keep poor people out of their sweet mansion" is the actual reason. That was a stretch. Li'l more research needed on that front, I reckon.
If nothing else, I walked away from this book with intimate knowledge of a hormone I didn't know existed, and a whole lexicon of new medical jargon with which to alienate friends and loved ones.