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Fight dementia with sex, crosswords and a run
Mental, physical exercise key, researcher says
CANBERRA – Sex, cryptic crosswords and a good run could help ward off dementia and other degenerative conditions by stimulating new brain cells, an Australian researcher said on Thursday.
A MALE Australian researcher mind you and go figure, right?
“Prolactin levels also go up during sex as well. So one could think of a number of more entertaining activities than running in order to regulate the production of nerve cells,” Bartlett said.
Oh, bite me. I’d like him to try 24 hours in the peri-menopausal, psychopathic, hot flash ridden temple that is my body and try to remember what sex was, less mind want any more. And I dare any of the males who frequent these quarters, with wives of a certain age, to point out the myriad benefits available if said spouse’d only be reasonable and put out.
*Update: Unbelievable what spammers will resort to. This gem just hit my inbox. I didn’t open it, but had to share the subject line:
Neocon used to treat and prevent osteoporosis in women after menopause appropriate
So Paul Wolfowitz, not SEX, is the answer to everything.
I wish they’d sent this sooner.
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What happened to that ‘hugging’ thing, Ms. Sister? I’m totally unmarried and STILL scared of you. And before you get too mad, remember that at this rate I’ll be senile at 40.
…STILL scared of you…
As you should be, Nights. I scared people even before I had a biological clock-like excuse. You are a wise man, although the New Jersey thing takes a point or two off the top.
I’m sorry for being dense here, but I’ll ask a silly question anyway.
I married with a 2 & 1/2 year old and another one on the way. What is this ‘sex’ thing everybody talks about?
What is this ‘sex’ thing everybody talks about?
Exactly. Must be one of those ‘cryptic crosswords‘ the MALE SCIENTIST refers to. It’s cryptic because I look at him quizzically because I don’t get it and it’s a word that makes me very cross nowadays, so then neither does he. {8^P
If that MALE RESEARCHER had a missus, I’ll bet the news left out the reports of body parts washing up shortly after his MALE RESEARCH was published.
Why is it that men always think “More sex!” is the answer to whatever ails women?
Kids being brats? More sex! Hangnail? More sex! Organic Brain Syndrome? More sex! Level 4 episotomy? More sex!
Lisa, here’s a PERfect example. Russell Yates says he’s ready for new family. Oh, like he needs to breed again, uh huh. This is the same guy who had to keep locking his lunatic wife up in institutions, but by God made sure he got laid when she was home. Even when he knew it wasn’t safe for her, less mind his CHILDREN, he kept making babies. And when she snaps in the most horrific way possible, we’re supposed to cry for his loss. Oh, bite me. Psychopathic paranoid schizophrenia? More sex!
Oh, man, I know. All his “she said she could handle it!” when asked why they kept on having kids made me sick. Like HIS responsibility ended with the deposit of sperm, it was all up to her to, you know, RAISE the kids.
Well, more sex is the answer to the problem if what ails the woman is her man being a pain in the rear.
(Ducks and RUNS).
Well, *my* husband’s out of town, so it’s not relevant to me. “More golf” is the answer to whatever ails him.
Sorry, that comment above was mine.
What can I say? I’m in Marble’s boat, except my second one has already escaped.
Ladies, aren’t you supposed to have these conversations in the powder room, where us males can’t be intimidated by the gentler sex taking their gloves off? Delusions can be a surivial trait, y’know!
:^D
Venting is healthy. For all concerned.
So BACK OFF, JEFFS…grrrrrr…..
…grrrrrrr…
Ah, venting. I see. Excuse me! I have to run out and mow the lawn or something. Or plant one first, yeah, that’s what I’ll do…..
(I’d recommend xeriscape in your current location. Prickley pears have a lovely pink fruit for some added color, y’know.)
I have many things to say at this particular juncture.
But having a high regard for my personal safety I will keep them to myself.
Kids being brats? More sex!
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Hangnail? More sex!
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Organic Brain Syndrome? More sex!
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Level 4 episotomy? More sex!
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Finally a woman who’s got it all figured out!
My husband’s out of town????
The ugly light of truth at last-that’s why I address your packages to Dr. and Mr. Bingley.