Blink

The prose finally made Slothy queasy. Example: "They were in their twenties, blond and blue-eyed with stylishly tousled haircuts and funky glasses." Bluuuuuaaaaaaagghh. But the insights gleaned from this aggregate of psychological studies is a worthy one: sometimes our unconscious Self knows lots more than our analytical Self, like, for example, that women are best suited in the kitchen to make us cookies. Other times, our unconscious snap-shots fuck us up and lead us to erroneous conclusions. For example, it is obvious women ought not say much, ever, and yet there exist records of women saying things that make some kind of sense; hence, asking them to bake cookies in silence all the time is erroneous. Therefore, the ability to know which Self to trust is the sign of having just the right number of choclate chips in one's unconscious batter. B-