First they came for my psychological archetypes,
But I wasn't part of the collective unconscious and I said nothing;
Then they came for my orgone accumulator,
But it was a clear day and there were no clouds for busting;
And when they came for my Rorschach blots,
There were no more crackpot psychological theories to bilk my patients with.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
First they came . . .
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Hey, for all we know Rorschach tests could have some kind of diagnostic or therapeutic value! It would be reckless to abandon such a well-established clinical tool based merely on a total lack of evidence of its validity and/or usefulness.
Does this mean you're a freudian?
To be fair, the orgone boxes were all destroyed by the United States Gov, along with all the theoretical work which birthed them. So someone thought something was going on there.
Also, re:anonymous, I do believe this is in reference to IOZ's continued (correct) assertion that psychology is a pseudo-science at best, and the work of the great psychologists (Provisional list: Freud, Jung, Levi-Strauss, Skinner) has much more in common with Continental philosophy than it does with any of Bacon's kids.
I know, I was joking. Freud, cokehead that he was, is the king of worthless psycho-bullshit, so his absence seemed conspicuous.
Thank you, Ioz. I believe I'll follow your example and begin to make authoritative statements about things I know little about.
The joke is only funny when you lack understanding of why it's not.
Oh dear, we've offended a Reichian.
Hey, do I knock your hobbies?
^Everybody loves a cook
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