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August 30, 2017 | 1 Comment » | Topics: Interesting, Answers

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Why is Floyd Mayweather a genius boxing promoter?

I came away from this fight with a newfound respect for Floyd’s abilities as a promoter. He REALLY did an entire slew of things that were both smart and crafty to utterly maximize his return on this fight. Lets list them out and marvel:

He made this fight in the first place

In the days and weeks before the fight was announced there were tons of sane and reasonable arguments to be made that this fight would never happen. Connor’s not a boxer, so a win wouldn’t help Floyd’s legacy. Connor is bigger and stronger, so there’s risk of a loss. Floyd should rematch Pacquaio or Canelo or otherwise fight someone dangerous if he’s going to unretire. People may not buy a fight between an old, retired boxer and a non-boxer. UFC wont cooperate to make this fight. the list goes on…
~ Somehow, Floyd and his camp got it done, and got it done cleanly. What Floyd correctly identified out there was the very real rivalry that had been developing between MMA fans and boxing fans that would eventually demand a concrete answer. He also saw in McGregor an electric personality, a great narrative, and a VERY winnable fight. Also lets not forget the BIG business that had to be done with the UFC behind closed doors to make this fight happen. No small task.

He identified the narrative

Floyd has always been very tuned into the racial and financial overtones of a given matchup and this fight was no different. He claimed to have been called a monkey, he flaunted his wealth, and he let the battle lines draw themselves amongst the broader public. Then, subtly, from a fighting perspective he identified the age and size factors as the ones he could play up, and put a plan in motion. Floyd’s clear intent was to help make the case that Connor could win to the general public. If the people don’t think Connor can win, they won’t buy the fight. If they do, the may put $$ down – even if just with their friends. Sports wagers sell sports more than ANY other factor, and MMA fans needed a reason to believe, so Floyd helped to sell that dream.

He tried to look out of shape in the leadup

In the leadup to Pacquiao we saw him chopping wood  and heard rumors about insane sparring sessions. We saw him training his ass off. the lead up to that fight was the definition of “hard work and dedication” In the leadup to McGregor we saw him spending tens of thousands on clothes for his kids, eating burger king , and generally not working out. Of course, Floyd has never taken a training camp off, but he never showed us the work behind this one because he was utterly focused on creating the narrative that Connor had a shot here. What he released from his own camp had a VERY clear purpose.

He weighed in super small

Now, everyone knows that Floyd is the smaller man here, but think for a moment about what that scale said the day before the fight. weight limit 154, Connor comes in right at 153 and Floyd weighs in at 149.5!! why? Think about it, fighters know EXACTLY how much they weight in the weeks and days and hours and seconds leading up to that weigh in, and they generally adjust their diet and water intake to make them hit that mark as close to the top as possible. This is so that they strike the best balance between being drained and making the actual weight for the fight. Floyd cut an additional 4 pounds, and I think he had to have done it both on purpose and with a plan. Floyd was focused on the narrative that Connor could win, and he was selling the size difference as hard as he could. After the weigh in, money continued to roll in on the McGregor side as MMA fans thought they were looking at an insurmountable size advantage.

He held up the action while the pay per view servers were down

I can’t find it, but I saw him in the aftermath tell ESPN that he was in the locker room getting ready for the fight when he got word the PPV servers were down in parts of the country. From there he claims to have halted the action until they could get that resolved. He wasn’t going to walk out there until every last dollar had been spent. that’s mayweather the promoter working in there.

promoters have a tough gig, and it requires them to both understand the fundamentals of how a fight will actually go and the fundamentals of how a fight will be perceived by the public. Floyd has been an excellent promoter of his own fights for a lot of years now, but this specific fight was an utter masterclass that should be studied for years.

– rcoronado



Why does rape have such deep and long-lasting effects on victims?

When someone breaks into your home, and takes your things, they’ve invaded your privacy and stolen something, but these are things that can be replaced. Your valuables are just items. It’s distressing and awful, to be sure, but they’re just things.

Rape steals something from you. It takes away a person’s sense of self-control, and violates what we think of as one of the most intimate things you can offer to another person. It leaves a person feeling dirty, like when someone’s got greasy hands and shakes hands with you? Only there’s not anything physical there, just a sense that someone abhorrent has touched you without permission, and touched you specifically in areas you’ve been raised your whole life not to let strangers touch.

A “regular” assault, while none of them should be considered regular, causes physical pain and mental trauma, but you usually don’t come away from them feeling violated. Like someone left greasy, slimy handprints on your soul and your mind. It’s “just” pain. Robbery is “just” theft. Kidnapping is “just” taking away your self-control and right to bodily autonomy.

Rape is all of these things. It’s assault, robbery, abduction, it can be either torture or betrayal or both. And it leaves the victim feeling embarrassed and humiliated on top of all of the above.

It can be difficult to report because people like to assume the victim did something wrong. Something I read somewhere said that “Rape is the only crime where the argument that the temptation to commit it was too strong is considered a valid defense. Anywhere else it’s an admission of guilt.” Imagine going through this trauma, and then having doctors, police, and court officials questioning you relentlessly about it, asking for all the details, asking what you were doing in that place, why you didn’t fight back, why you were wearing that outfit, had you been drinking or doing drugs, had you slept with them before, etc etc etc.

– lonely_nipple 



What is it like to try Adderall?

Let me start off my saying that I never thought I would be one to try Amphetamine or any other drug recreationally. Growing up I watched many family members suffer from health issues and because of this I take health seriously. I exercise a few days a week and try and eat right. I’ve tried weed twice and wasn’t too impressed with it. I have never smoked a cigarette. I drink only occasionally, and when I do it’s never more than two or three. I even take daily vitamins. You could say I’m a ‘good girl’ of sorts. 

While I’m not much into the drug scene I love to go to parties and meet new people at my college. Many of my friends do drugs, in fact the majority do. Thanks to them and their openness with me I am far, far from naive when it comes to the drug scene. The second most popular in school, behind weed, has to be Adderall. In fact, it’s hard for me to find one student who hasn’t taken it at least once to cram for an exam. One day a good friend offered me some of her’s for a final exam coming up for (ironically) Neuroscience because I was having a rough time focusing… 

I always wondered if it was wrong to take a drug if you were using it to better yourself and your grades. I mean, you have your future in mind! Is it still morally wrong to take it then? And it wasn’t like I was getting it off the streets; it was prescribed to my friend (and thousands of other people!) by a doctor and was filled by the pharmacy. 

I told my friend I’d take one. She gave me one 30mg XR capsule. Let me point out that I’m a pretty petite girl who had never taken anything remotely close to it before. I was kind of hoping for a 15mg tablet (what most of the girls I know take) that I could take half of. By this time it was in the late afternoon and I knew enough about Adderall to know that if I took it then I wouldn’t sleep that night, and thus ruin my exam more then help it. I’d have to study without it and take the exam with it instead. 

The next morning I took the capsule as soon as I got up and had some food in my stomach. About an hour later I was on my way to class when realized I felt very energetic and alert. I felt happy. It was perfect, just what I expected. I got to class and started the exam. I felt confident about each answer I bubbled. I breezed through the exam. It was almost enjoyable. I ended up making an 88. 

Walking back to my apartment I suddenly became lightheaded. I knew it was a bad idea! I imagined me passing out right there, death by a common ADD medication. I realized I was obviously overreacting. I got home and drank a few glasses of water. I quickly started to feel better. When my roommate came home I suddenly felt very happy again, my recent panic mere minutes before was now years away. I noticed I was talking to her A LOT. Never had I had such a great time talking to someone. I could hold the conversation like no one’s business. I invited more people over to take advantage of it. It was 3 o’clock in the afternoon on a Tuesday and suddenly I was the life of the party. I felt confident. I loved myself and I loved everyone else. Throughout the day I was completely aware of everything; my environment, everyone’s reactions, my emotions. I really enjoyed the clarity. 

At the same time I didn’t feel like myself. I felt so full of life it scared me. I was afraid that there was no way natural way to get the same feeling. It was disappointing to think of. I realized I felt equally euphoric and fake 

I realized I felt equally euphoric and fake
, if you can imagine such a thing. The confliction was overwhelming. 

Later that night I cleaned my house better than I ever thought possible. The pill showed no signs of wearing off. I didn’t really care. I finally felt relaxed, yet I was still focused on whatever I was doing at the moment. I had a strong hunch that I would have had a smoother experience with a 15mg immediate release. Oh well. Around 11:00 I suddenly realized I was tired for the first time. I layed down and had no problem getting to sleep. The next day was like any other. 

It’s been six months now and I haven’t had the slightest urge to take another. I know that taking a drug not prescribed for you is wrong. I know Adderall is not something to play around with, for any reason. In spite of all that (and I’m not proud to say it) if I found myself in that situation again, be it a difficult exam or something similar, I would consider taking another. 

I just wish I knew if my time on Adderall enhanced who I already am…or if it created someone different. 

– Anonymous



What was it like to be a first responder during Hurricane Katrina?

I was a first responder after hurricane Katrina (in between shifts waiting tables) and had some direct and devastating experience with this.

The nursing home evacuees we received at the Red Cross shelter arrived 6-deep in ambulances and had been trapped in facilities without AC for about a week. They had been rescued in canoes and in some cases had had to walk or be carried through thigh-high water. When they entered the air conditioned college basketball stadium that had been turned into a makeshift hospital, many almost instantly went into hypothermia and many died. They turned the away-team locker room into a morgue.

I learned from a nurse who was also volunteering there that, had there been a microwave available to heat saline IV fluid, these people’s lives could have been saved. Appalled, I drove home, got my microwave, brought it back to the shelter and donated it to the Red Cross on the condition that I could walk it straight out to the ICU floor and plug it in immediately. (They were trying to get me to fill out some BS donation form)

The whole experience was horrifying. The doctors and nurses were beyond taxed. They would work 12-hour shifts at their local and regional hospital jobs and then come spend another 12 hours volunteering, providing medical care to a population in dire need. More than one doctor had a mental breakdown, the result of overwork and sleep deprivation.

Most of the patients who arrived were so medically fragile that it had been determined more risky to move them than to let them stay put in a city shaped like a bowl that had a hurricane aimed straight at it, on the chance the hurricane turned. Many people simply didn’t make it. I’ll never forget the children, the burn victims, or the man with every limb in traction.

All the volunteers were told the same thing upon arrival: “Find something useful and do it. If you need instruction, go home now.” I’m not a trained medical pro and they had me doing triage for these patients because I was among the most qualified and competent volunteers who showed up and stayed (I was a college student and a waitress). I quickly learned how to take a rudimentary medical history and team-lift patients from one cot to another using sheets (and eventually got a very serious case of treatment-resistant scabies from having skin-to-skin contact with infected patients).

The first patient I came into contact with was a very elderly woman, Mrs. Olsen from St. Bernard parish, who kept asking me where her husband was and couldn’t remember why she was in the hospital “this time.” She was sweet and pleasant and absolutely incredulous that she had been through a hurricane worse than Betsy or Camille. I didn’t see the pump attached to her body- which clearly had a medically necessary function having to do with her organs and had not been operational in days- until we tried to move her to a bed from her wheelchair. I hope they got her pump going again and she lived a very long time, but I may never know.

The flood of new patients was non-stop. A new helicopter or ambulance arrived roughly every 15 minutes, 24 hours a day, for weeks, with 3-8 patients from New Orleans hospitals and nursing homes in each one at first. Many patients were either unconscious, delirious, or so elderly/unwell/confused they couldn’t tell us their names, much less give us any idea of their medical conditions.

Zero patients had their medical records with them when they arrived. Boxes of medical records would show up without patients, in a tragedy that despair made feel like comedy at the time. We kept a list of the patients’ names (when known) in paper notebooks because there was no computer (and it was before smartphones). There were days where dozens and dozens of distraught family members would come in looking for their loved ones and the best we could do was manually check the paper list of names, take down the inquiring family member’s name and number and send them away.

My favorite memory of that time was riding in the backs of ambulances for a few days to act as a live GPS for the volunteer EMS teams, directing them quickly and safely to the local hospitals where we transferred the sickest patients. One patient had been without antibiotics for 6 days post-hysterectomy and was putting a really good face on the pain of what I imagine was a life-threatening infection. I let her use my cell phone to text her daughter in the Lafayette area to let her know she made it out of New Orleans alive. As scary as it was, at least there was hope for her since she was headed to a real hospital.

Being a first responder is easily the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but it was necessary and the right thing to do. I still wonder what became of many of the people whose lives I helped save. Please donate your time, money and basic living supplies to the victims of natural disasters- especially floods. The toll on human and animal lives, mental and physical health is so much worse than you can know unless you’ve been there. Even just donating your microwave can save lives. Thanks for reading

– PoodlesForBernie2016

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