Interesting, because Scientific American just published an article about a study that showed people who can't decipher the facial expression of fear are more likely to be psychopaths!
The author noted that the people who can't recognize fear are actually different from people with autism, who have difficult recognizing ALL types of emotions on other peoples' faces.
Aren't more men pscyhopaths than women? Or, at least we hear about more male serial killers than women? Not that all killers are pscyhopaths, but maybe this would help explain why men kill more than women do? #emotions
Men do extremely stupid things , sometimes while sober. I am not an exception to this mind you. Also yeah, guys have a tolerance for gross stuff , judging by my dorms' bathroom. #emotions
I think a lot of this is an evolutionary trait; more specifically, maternal instincts. Identifying the emotions that a baby/child is experiencing was long the sole responsibility of women. #emotions
The ability to distinguish between the two might have something to do with how often the genders experience each?
A few years ago, it was brought to my attention that most men, while they understand that women experience fear walking alone at night or in a parking garage, don't really "get" it. As in, they don't know what it is to feel fear in an everyday situation. It's not for lack of compassion, it's simply something they don't have to feel. So perhaps this has something to do with their own abilities to detect fear in others.
@lobsterswithmittens: That was my first thought. Women have to deal with the possibility and the actuality of rape and violence from men. We live with fear in a way that they just don't. #emotions
@lobsterswithmittens: That was my first thought too. I've often had conversations with my boyfriend about fear, how often he feels it, what he's afraid of, etc. He's laughed at me when I tell him all the cautionary measures I take (like, checking the backseat of my car before I get in it and always having my keys at the ready in case I need a weapon). Most men, unless they come from a position of disadvantage (i.e. I imagine minority men or gay men might experience more everyday fear than white, straight men) just don't feel afraid very often. And certainly not every day. I feel some fear or apprehension every time I leave the house. And sometimes when I'm in my house! #emotions
@TurtleSpeak: Actually, I read somewhere that men are at a higher risk than women at being assaulted. Not sexually, no, but just in general. I don't know, maybe I'm just not smart enough to be scared, but I'm pretty much never scared leaving my house. Am I the only one? #emotions
@Sadako: Well it's drilled into women that they have to be on guard at all times, it's everywhere. Men don't get such strong messages that tell them they are weak and vulnerable, in general men are told that they are strong and capable. Men also don't experience things like catcalls and street harassment, which remind them on a regular basis of their vulnerability.
Besides which the statistics- men being physically assaulted more- don't actually tell us much about... well, anything. I'm interested in where you got the stat from, if you can point me to the study I'd like to see more info.
I'm afraid when I'm out and about (and sometimes when I'm not) partially because of my life experiences, and the experiences of the other women in my life, which I won't get into, but it's been clear to me from a young age that I'm subject to a particular kind of violence because of my gender. If you've been blessed with feeling you have no reason to fear, then I envy you. My fear isn't debilitating but I could do without it. #emotions
@Sadako: I think the sexual component of assault is what makes it more frightening. Yes, being beaten up would absolutely be traumatic and painful, but sex is such a personal part of someone's life - being raped is having something forcibly made public that should never have to be public. I mean, hell, I feel gross after any particularly nasty come-ons or catcalls. And while I can't be sure whether or not this is media spin, I'd say we hear about women being abducted/raped/killed (or some iteration therein) WAY more than men. #emotions
@lobsterswithmittens: I haven't been able to find a study about men being at greater risk yet, though I'm pretty sure I've read it before.
We definitely hear about the rapes/abductions/killings. But in reality, crime is fairly low and most people don't have those things happen to them. In fact, women are at the greatest risk from people they know--their boyfriends, husbands, friends, acquaintances. I think that a lot of times we get afraid of the unknown, the dark, strangers--but that fear is pretty unfounded for the most part. #emotions
@Sadako: I don't think it's unfounded at all.
I know MANY women who have been raped, both by strangers and people they knew. I'm sure I know more women who have been raped by never told me about it, as well.
I also hear in the news, in my city at least, all the time (every day) about women being assaulted by a stranger in the street, or a warning from the police that they have to release this violent sex offender onto the streets and they are worried he will commit the crime again (they often/usually do). It's become a running joke between me and my mother because all the time there are photos of these men in the paper that women (specifically women) are supposed to look out for because they have a history of breaking into women's homes at night and raping them, or for raping them on the street, and we joke that we'll never remember all of their faces, so what's the point of even releasing the photo? Also, at the place I go to school there have been attacks on women at night who are alone by strange men (who haven't been caught). The stats on women being raped are something like, what, 1 in 4? Depending where you look, could be more, or less, but still a sizable chunk of the female population.
Given all this (and my past experiences and the past experiences of the other women in my life)- how exactly is my fear unfounded? Just because the statistics say my boyfriend is more likely to rape me, that doesn't make it "reality"- it's just a stat. Stats do not tell the whole story.
I have felt and been threatened by strange men in the middle of the day. The threat of assault is a constant cloud over my head if I am out on my own, because I am very aware that it happens a lot. Also, I have had very disconcerting encounters with men where I wasn't sure exactly how much I was at risk. Men have purposefully intimidated me (often in groups) out in public, making me very conscious of my very REAL vulnerability to them.
Where ever you live that these things don't happen to you, I would like to move there. #emotions
@TurtleSpeak: I live in Manhattan, FYI, and I feel really safe at all hours of day or night. Bad stuff does happen, yes, but mostly it's a safe place. I do think that rape and sexual assault are very serious crimes. However, statistically we are at a much greater risk from the men we know--boyfriends, husbands, friends, acquaintances, colleagues--than strangers on the street.
I think that a lot of the news reports aren't about presenting representative facts--but about scaring us. The 24/7 media ensures that every time someone gets kidnapped or murdered or raped, we hear about it. The world isn't any more dangerous than it was fifty years ago. It's just that we talk about sex crimes more (a good thing!) and that we hear about scary stories because of the Nancy Graces of the world.
I think that the whole 24/7 media reporting all this stuff is bad for women. It perpetuates the notion that we need to be constantly afraid, when in reality as long as we're all (male/female) mostly aware of our surroundings, then bad stuff probably won't happen. And if it does, it's more than likely not going to happen from a total stranger, but from someone that we know. #emotions
@Sadako: I think if you feel safe all the time it's due to the good fortune of never having a frightening experience. You look to statistics for information about these things; I look to my experiences. My experiences tell me that I'm not safe. I trust my experiences more than odds. #emotions
@TurtleSpeak: I actually have been sexually assaulted. But that's the exception, not the rule. I just think that relying on intuition doesn't really make any sense. I think a lot of people try to make us feel afraid when we really don't need to be. I mean, I'm not a particularly large or physically threatening looking person and I'm rarely afraid. I think if you're more or less careful about surroundings (which goes for men and women), then you'll be okay.
I guess I prefer to look at facts, not opinions or feelings, when deciding things. #emotions
@theysaidwhat: Oh man. Heavy. But yeah. I can see that. They're offended because they think you're being dismissive or looking down on them. Or not listening to what they're saying. "Don't look at me that way".
A lot of women in bad relationships over time stop showing as many emotions... maybe because they're misread... #emotions
Crane flies. Absolutely terrified of them. I will run screaming from the room if I see one. They are so huge, with their creepy bodies the size of my pinky finger, and they fly around all herky-jerky, so that you never know where they are or where they are flying to. *Shudder*
I also hate driving. It gives me panic attacks. I hate the sense of being inside something bigger than my body, such that I do not have control over its boundaries. Ok, that probably made no sense. Suffice it to say, my anxiety dreams consist of me driving large trucks on the highway. And for this I will probably be eternally a public-transit-taker.
I have a fear of falling backwards when riding up a long escalator. As if my sense of equilibrium will suddenly stop for some reason and I will tumble all the way down.
I also occasionally become afraid that I'm going to drop whatever little thing I'm carrying-- a mug or something-- totally randomly and feel I have to grip it very tightly.
Geez, it's like I have no faith in my basic motor skills...
I can't deal with sounds that cover up other sounds. Like: the sound of the faucet while washing my face late at night might cover up the sound of some intruder sneaking up to kill me. Ditto vacuum cleaners, showers, lawn mowers, even the very short screeching of the ironing board legs. I'm horrified by the thought of people sleeping with ear plugs in.
@emsemerald: OK, I hate the vacuum for this very reason. And the faucet -- I have to have the door locked when I'm washing my face or taking a shower. But it's weird, because I like to listen to loud music and watch the TV at a pretty loud volume.
Oh, god, and don't get me started on the leaf blowers my apartment's maintenance crew uses.
Needles, hands down. This is a bad fear to have since many people assume that you grow out of it after kindergarten. I no longer believe people that say "nobody likes shots" after having met a few too many pain fetishists in the English department during undergrad (we attracted a crazy crowd). My parents think I'm full of shit, doctors and nurses think I want attention, and people I've talked to at school think it's not a real fear.
@annagsquared: hate needles! I start having panic attacks when I have to get blood drawn. I will literally sit there and hyperventilate until I pass out. And my dad is diabetic, so there were always needles in my house, in my fridge, growing up.
Are you afraid of the finger-pricker as well (to test for WBC?)?
@prestocaro love/hates her kettlebell: Yes I am, and I'm also a hyperventilator. It's not pretty to be in your twenties and insist on bringing your mother to the appointments. My father, the everyman blood donor, has ignored me when I insist that it's real. When I was little, my mom would buy my sister presents for getting through her appointments but I got nothing, so when I was 15 I insisted she buy me a magazine.
@annagsquared: I know what you mean. I make a friend come with me for anything that will require a needle (even a flu shot).
When I was a kid, for some reason one of my nurses tried to use a finger-pricker on me and I jerked my hand out of it so fast/with such wonderful timing that she actually got herself. I still hate those things.
Some people just don't understand that even if a fear is irrational, that doesn't make it any less terrifying - sometimes it makes it even scarier because there's all this worry and meta-worry.
The only reason I didn't get my scuba diving certification is because I dropped out of the classes after they tried to make me step into the pool. I cannot jump/step into a pool off the side. Nope. I cannot do it. Granted, I was 13-14 at the time of the lessons, but I actually burst into tears when they told me I had to do it. Everyone else was already in the pool, looking at me, waiting for me so they could continue the lesson, but I couldn't do it. I was afraid that the water would gather underneath my flipper, preventing me from descending into the water, becoming a floor like surface, and causing me to maybe break my leg or something.
@TurtleSpeak: I actually have a weird fear of jumping on a diving board. I can jump off it, but I am terrified of doing the little hop at the end of the board because I'm afraid I will miss and come down half off the board.
Bridges in general, suspension bridges especially, and the Narrows Bridge in Tacoma in particular, though that fear was much, much worse as a child. (Hysterical screaming fits that my parents couldn't calm until I was safely on the other side of the bridge.)
Heights, especially when climbing DOWN from things.
Roaches, b/c I lived in a roach-infested apartment for two years, and have a very vivid memory of waking up with one of the little fuckers crawling on my NAKED BACK.
And, as a child, bathwater overflowing the bathtub and drowning us all. I outgrew that one eventually.
Oh, and don't FUCKING GET ME STARTED on the Red Bull. (From The Last Unicorn--not the beverage.)
This year for Christmas I drove to my parents' new house in New Orleans. From Houston. This involved driving over the Sabine river (a high-up bridge), the insanely long Atchafalaya bridge system (no land for something like 27 miles) as well as the Baton Rouge bridge over the Mississippi river. So, I got there and the traffic wasn't too bad, I didn't get stuck anywhere, and I had a few drinks before realizing that I'd have to do it all again in a week and a half. I hit Baton Rouge traffic and sat on that bridge for 30 minutes, nauseous from the movement in the wind and tremors of the freight trucks. But, I mothertrucking DID IT, BITCHES! I'm still proud.
10/22/09
[www.scientificamerican.com]
The author noted that the people who can't recognize fear are actually different from people with autism, who have difficult recognizing ALL types of emotions on other peoples' faces.
Aren't more men pscyhopaths than women? Or, at least we hear about more male serial killers than women? Not that all killers are pscyhopaths, but maybe this would help explain why men kill more than women do? #emotions
10/21/09
But yeah I second what lobsterswithmittens said; it's probably because women are afraid more often than men. #emotions
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A few years ago, it was brought to my attention that most men, while they understand that women experience fear walking alone at night or in a parking garage, don't really "get" it. As in, they don't know what it is to feel fear in an everyday situation. It's not for lack of compassion, it's simply something they don't have to feel. So perhaps this has something to do with their own abilities to detect fear in others.
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Besides which the statistics- men being physically assaulted more- don't actually tell us much about... well, anything. I'm interested in where you got the stat from, if you can point me to the study I'd like to see more info.
I'm afraid when I'm out and about (and sometimes when I'm not) partially because of my life experiences, and the experiences of the other women in my life, which I won't get into, but it's been clear to me from a young age that I'm subject to a particular kind of violence because of my gender. If you've been blessed with feeling you have no reason to fear, then I envy you. My fear isn't debilitating but I could do without it. #emotions
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10/22/09
We definitely hear about the rapes/abductions/killings. But in reality, crime is fairly low and most people don't have those things happen to them. In fact, women are at the greatest risk from people they know--their boyfriends, husbands, friends, acquaintances. I think that a lot of times we get afraid of the unknown, the dark, strangers--but that fear is pretty unfounded for the most part. #emotions
10/22/09
I know MANY women who have been raped, both by strangers and people they knew. I'm sure I know more women who have been raped by never told me about it, as well.
I also hear in the news, in my city at least, all the time (every day) about women being assaulted by a stranger in the street, or a warning from the police that they have to release this violent sex offender onto the streets and they are worried he will commit the crime again (they often/usually do). It's become a running joke between me and my mother because all the time there are photos of these men in the paper that women (specifically women) are supposed to look out for because they have a history of breaking into women's homes at night and raping them, or for raping them on the street, and we joke that we'll never remember all of their faces, so what's the point of even releasing the photo? Also, at the place I go to school there have been attacks on women at night who are alone by strange men (who haven't been caught). The stats on women being raped are something like, what, 1 in 4? Depending where you look, could be more, or less, but still a sizable chunk of the female population.
Given all this (and my past experiences and the past experiences of the other women in my life)- how exactly is my fear unfounded? Just because the statistics say my boyfriend is more likely to rape me, that doesn't make it "reality"- it's just a stat. Stats do not tell the whole story.
I have felt and been threatened by strange men in the middle of the day. The threat of assault is a constant cloud over my head if I am out on my own, because I am very aware that it happens a lot. Also, I have had very disconcerting encounters with men where I wasn't sure exactly how much I was at risk. Men have purposefully intimidated me (often in groups) out in public, making me very conscious of my very REAL vulnerability to them.
Where ever you live that these things don't happen to you, I would like to move there. #emotions
10/22/09
I think that a lot of the news reports aren't about presenting representative facts--but about scaring us. The 24/7 media ensures that every time someone gets kidnapped or murdered or raped, we hear about it. The world isn't any more dangerous than it was fifty years ago. It's just that we talk about sex crimes more (a good thing!) and that we hear about scary stories because of the Nancy Graces of the world.
I think that the whole 24/7 media reporting all this stuff is bad for women. It perpetuates the notion that we need to be constantly afraid, when in reality as long as we're all (male/female) mostly aware of our surroundings, then bad stuff probably won't happen. And if it does, it's more than likely not going to happen from a total stranger, but from someone that we know. #emotions
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I guess I prefer to look at facts, not opinions or feelings, when deciding things. #emotions
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10/21/09
A lot of women in bad relationships over time stop showing as many emotions... maybe because they're misread... #emotions
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I would be able to watch people, unseen, all day long.
And no one could drag me onstage for anything.
03/22/09
I also hate driving. It gives me panic attacks. I hate the sense of being inside something bigger than my body, such that I do not have control over its boundaries. Ok, that probably made no sense. Suffice it to say, my anxiety dreams consist of me driving large trucks on the highway. And for this I will probably be eternally a public-transit-taker.
03/22/09
I also occasionally become afraid that I'm going to drop whatever little thing I'm carrying-- a mug or something-- totally randomly and feel I have to grip it very tightly.
Geez, it's like I have no faith in my basic motor skills...
03/22/09
03/22/09
Oh, god, and don't get me started on the leaf blowers my apartment's maintenance crew uses.
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03/22/09
Are you afraid of the finger-pricker as well (to test for WBC?)?
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When I was a kid, for some reason one of my nurses tried to use a finger-pricker on me and I jerked my hand out of it so fast/with such wonderful timing that she actually got herself. I still hate those things.
Some people just don't understand that even if a fear is irrational, that doesn't make it any less terrifying - sometimes it makes it even scarier because there's all this worry and meta-worry.
03/22/09
I am also very afraid of nail files.
I am autistic, though, so I have very many "irrational" fears.
03/22/09
When you go to the movies, do you just sit on the end of an aisle, so no one will be on your right?
03/22/09
That's a ridiculous fear, right?
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03/22/09
Heights, especially when climbing DOWN from things.
Roaches, b/c I lived in a roach-infested apartment for two years, and have a very vivid memory of waking up with one of the little fuckers crawling on my NAKED BACK.
And, as a child, bathwater overflowing the bathtub and drowning us all. I outgrew that one eventually.
Oh, and don't FUCKING GET ME STARTED on the Red Bull. (From The Last Unicorn--not the beverage.)
03/22/09
This year for Christmas I drove to my parents' new house in New Orleans. From Houston. This involved driving over the Sabine river (a high-up bridge), the insanely long Atchafalaya bridge system (no land for something like 27 miles) as well as the Baton Rouge bridge over the Mississippi river. So, I got there and the traffic wasn't too bad, I didn't get stuck anywhere, and I had a few drinks before realizing that I'd have to do it all again in a week and a half. I hit Baton Rouge traffic and sat on that bridge for 30 minutes, nauseous from the movement in the wind and tremors of the freight trucks. But, I mothertrucking DID IT, BITCHES! I'm still proud.