How to Prevent Mad Cow Disease

 

There is currently no cure for "mad cow disease" or its human form, variant Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease (vCJD), so the focus must be on prevention. There are many steps you can take to reduce your risk of contracting vCJD and keeping mad cow disease from affecting cattle.

Instructions:

In Humans

1. Choose solid muscle cuts of meat rather than bone-in cuts. This will reduce your chance of contact with nervous tissue.

2. Avoid ground beef, sausage and hot dogs. These products are more likely to have contaminated nervous tissue ground inside.

 

3. Don't eat beef in countries where outbreaks have occurred in the past, such as the United Kingdom. It can take two to eight years for symptoms to develop, making it difficult to determine if the disease has been completely wiped out.

 

4. Avoid beef altogether. If you are still not comfortable with the risk of contracting vCJD, stick to a diet of chicken and fish instead of beef. You could also opt for a vegetarian diet.

In Cattle

5. Avoid feed with mammalian protein. This is identified as the primary way mad cow disease is spread.

 

6. Follow the Food and Drug Administration's ban on imports. The FDA doesn't allow feed or live animals to be imported from countries with a documented outbreak of mad cow disease or a threat of the disease.

 

7. Test cattle regularly for early detection. Unfortunately, there is no live animal test at this time, but testing a herd can prevent an outbreak.

Tips

• The scientific name for mad cow disease is bovine spongiform encephalopathy, or BSE.
• Humans contracting vCJD from cattle with Mad Cow Disease is extremely rare. Humans get the disease from eating meat infected with abnormal proteins (prions) found in the nervous tissue of cattle.
• Scientists believe mad cow disease can't be transmitted through milk and milk products.
  

  Warnings

• There is no cure for either mad cow disease or vCJD. Both affect the brain and make muscle control difficult to impossible. Humans slip into a coma and die, while cattle are usually put down once the disease is identified.

 

How to Avoid Getting Mad With Your Children

How to Avoid Getting Mad With Your Children

It's so easy to get mad at children. They break our crystal, lose money, coats and bus tickets, wail as if the world is coming to an end because they don't get what they want, refuse to do the smallest thing to help, embarrass us, fail us, taunt us and sometimes hate us. One can have a doctorate in child psychology and still feel helpless and enraged at times. Often our nerves are taut and we can be sent over the edge with any small act of defiance or disrespect. What can you do?

First, realize that if the child is tired, then he is feeling a bit insane. Exhaustion destroys his limited ability to make intelligent choices – just as it does with us! Reality becomes distorted and he is gripped with a terrible anxiety, feeling overwhelmed, confused and helpless. At this point, many parents scream at him to stop this nonsense, smack him to get him to behave or threaten some consequence. Remind yourself that the child does want to stop, but does not know how. It is a terrible feeling to be out of control, but he has not yet acquired the tools to calm himself. To help him, we need to remain calm. But how? When those piercing sobs arouse in us the same feelings of madness and utter helplessness which we experienced as children, it is time for some inner repair work.

Take a minute to recall feeling out of control as a child. How did your parents deal with you? If they did not respond positively, then take the time now to imagine being a wise and compassionate parent. Imagine holding yourself tightly in a loving grip. Tell yourself, "I know just how you feel. You are so hungry and tired. You're feeling all mixed up. You just can't stop. I know you can't help it. Let me rock you and sing to you. Soon we'll be asleep and the bad feelings will be gone." If you can empathize with what your own "inner child" experienced, and acknowledge those feelings you experienced long ago, then you can do it in reality. Practice this for a few minutes today, so that you can respond positively when they get out of control.
Remember, all you need to do is empathize and acknowledge, over and over again. Even if the child does not calm down immediately, you will remain calm. If you are in a store, take the child aside for a few minutes and do this. If you are on the street, sit on the curb and hold him. Every time you respond with patience and kindness, you are also nourishing a secret part of yourself that has been waiting for this nurturing for many years.

When a child is nasty, disrespectful and defiant, your urge to strike back will be overwhelming if you think of him as a spoiled, ungrateful child who is trying to drive you crazy. Because you feel like a failure when he acts like that, you will want to make sure that he feels like a failure as well. Then you will both be caught in a storm of guilt, shame and rage. If, on the other hand, you think to yourself, "This is an opportunity to display good character traits and repair the hurt in my own heart," you will avoid being vengeful and punitive. When my children misbehaved, I trained myself to say, "Thank you for the opportunity to work on my character." The words would usually stun them into utter silence, at least for a few seconds, so that I could think of a mature response. Even if they mocked me, I would say, "Oh, wonderful, another opportunity to work on my character traits!"

Children assume that we have far more wisdom, money and strength than we actually have. They don't realize that we can feel exhausted, bored and frustrated. They look to us to learn how to react in a crisis. By looking at these crises as opportunities to tap into the inner wisdom which we all have, our feelings of rage, guilt and shame will dissipate. By recognizing the child-terror and feelings of vulnerability which we once experienced as children ourselves, we can begin to receive the inner nourishment we need, and gain the strength we need to get home from the shoe store or get through the meal in a way which makes us feel proud of ourselves and makes us feel that G‑d is proud of us.

Each time we respond to others with sensitivity, the child crying for comfort within each of us gets another chance to receive inner nourishment. We cannot nourish others unless we first nourish ourselves. So the next time any unpleasant feelings arise within you, make sure to tell yourself, "It's okay to have these emotions. I'm human. I don't have to be perfect. I don't have to be outstanding. No one has to like me, not even my own children. I just have to do my best to be loving and kind and to deeply and completely love and accept myself as I am, right now." The compassion you give yourself will be expressed in greater compassion for others.

Ladies! Stop Being Mad At Ted Hughes!

“But we weren’t mad at Ted Hughes,” certain of you ladies will doubtless tell me. And to you I say: Yes, you are! And stop it! For a man has written a newspaper blog post about what bitches you are all being!

For, you see, the world is now in possession of a Ted Hughes poem about Plath. This poem, says The Man Behind The Blog Post, “shows how intense Hughes’s pain and guilt was at her suicide.” That is… debatable, actually? Beside the point! For “however deep the pain, it won’t be enough for the deranged group among Plath’s fans; the sort who were responsible for vandalising her grave to remove Hughes’s name.”

I mean, yeah, the gravestone-vandalizing was counterproductive and wrong. Which I think every marginally reasonable person in the world agrees with. But also, this dude has such a stellar point, overall! I mean, all Ted Hughes did was pick up a gal with a history of suicidal depression and massive abandonment issues relating to The Dudes, marry her, abandon her (whoops!) in the cruelest manner possible, leave her with the responsibility of caring for two small children which as I understand it is incredibly hard and stressful even if you’re not clinically depressed and dealing with a recent traumatic abandonment that has re-opened that big old treasure trove of Your Issues and set them loose to devour your brain like Dad-shaped zombies, and then, following her totally spontaneous and out-of-nowhere and in-no-way-foreseeable-to-the-point-of-being-almost-inevitable-given-these-specific-circumstances suicide, go around re-editing manuscripts so that they excluded the poems about hating him and getting rid of diaries surrounding the circumstances of their break and her death, much in the manner of a man who has but recently thrown a lit match into a pile of oily rags being all, “well, it really is a shame that the house spontaneously combusted this way! Nothing we could have done to prevent it, I suppose. What a tragedy. Let’s not assign blame here; this is a private matter.” I mean, you guys: What could people possibly be mad at Ted Hughes for? WHAT DID HE DO WRONG????

And yet, I myself do not spend a particularly large amount of my time feeling angry at Ted Hughes. I spend a large part of my time feeling deeply uninterested in Ted Hughes; whatever I think of his behavior, his work just doesn’t appeal to me. The words “new Ted Hughes poem revealed” excite, for me, the same feelings as the words “Blues Traveler concert” or “best bar in Wyoming.” How nice for you! If you enjoy that sort of thing!

I will admit, however, to feeling irritated by Ted Hughes poems that are about Sylvia Plath. One reason for this is that I already have a whole lot of very good poems about Sylvia Plath to read, and they are by Sylvia Plath. The other reason is the same reason I occasionally refer to The Birthday Letters as You Guys, What About MY Feelings: The Point-Missing Chronicles. Which is where we actually do get into the Feminist Anger At Ted Hughes Thing. Which, as with much feminist anger, and many cultural phenomena, is not so much about a terribly sad thing that happened to one family as it is about the terribly sad things that happened to the people who heard about it.

Sylvia Plath died the same year that The Feminist Mystique was released. The result was that The Feminine Mystique and Ariel were, in a weird way, related to each other for your more reading-prone ladies. Ariel was one woman’s deeply unhinged, expressionist, interior story; The Feminine Mystique was an objective, lucid, sociological critique of the stories many women found themselves living. When ladies put the two together, and when we paid more attention to the circumstances of Sylvia Plath’s life and death, well, a story emerged. It was based on her story, granted — but it was also based, to a much larger degree, on ours. And it went like this:

You’re talented. You’re really talented. You might even be a genius. And your gentleman, he’s talented too, though not to the degree that you are. But you type his manuscripts. But you go to his lectures, you nurture his stardom, you play the part of his loving support and fan club. But you are responsible for his domestic comfort. Oh, you have your own successes. He even encourages those. But he’s the talent; he’s the big man; he’s the star. And then you get tossed over, for someone who is nowhere near as talented and spectacular as you, because it turns out that the talented, spectacular part of you, the part that you thought made you a couple in the first place (“we kept writing poems to each other,” was how Plath described their courtship, “then it just grew out of that, I guess, a feeling that we both were writing so much and having such a fine time doing it, we decided that this should keep on”) was never enough to keep him interested. Was never essential to him, the way it was to you. Was never a part of the purpose of you — because he doesn’t need talent or spectacular qualities in girls, apparently. Because he prefers his girls to lack those. So you wind up with all the responsibilities — the kids, the house, the cleaning, the cooking — while he goes off to be a genius for some other girl who’s way more suited to play a supporting part in his life story. Who doesn’t have within herself the potential to eclipse him, to be the one that the story is actually about; who’s safer, that way. You wind up writing all your work — your work, your amazing work, your genius — at four in the morning before the kids wake up. Because that’s the only time you can write it. Because that’s what women do.

Yeah, Robin Morgan wrote that poem — “I accuse Ted Hughes” — and, you know? It might have been insensitive, it might have crossed lines, it might have put all the blame for an unjust system on one guy who did lose someone in a really bad way and whose behavior very probably was motivated as much by the need to protect his children as it was by the desire to protect himself, and it might have ignored the fact that the entire weave of their relationship ultimately wasn’t knowable, but that was where we were at the time. We accused Ted Hughes. We accused every Ted Hughes. We accused everything that made Ted Hughes possible and common. We accused the men, the culture, the basic fact that we kept getting punished for being good. That talent was a liability. That the Great Artist’s Wife keeps a day job so that Great Art can exist, the Great Artist’s Wife knows that he is tormented and difficult and takes it upon herself to understand him because Great Art often comes from weird and challenging people, but there’s no such thing in this world as the Great Artist’s Husband.

This was such a big part of the second wave that it’s become a cliche: Women who date men often seek out geniuses, heroes, creators; they often seek out men who are accomplished in the same fields they want to be accomplished in. And when their boyfriends are smarter or more talented than they are, they don’t tend to be jealous or competitive. They tend to be happy. Because that’s how things are supposed to work — exceptional women wind up with more exceptional men. But when a man finds out that his girl might just be better than he is, when he learns that there is a hero in this story and he’s fucking her, well: That man has a problem. And the girl is going to pay. It happened then, and it happens now. It’s still happening. It’s not always the way things go, of course. But, if anecdotal evidence is anything to go on, you’ve got to be very, very lucky and very, very discerning to avoid it.

So, yeah. I don’t spend my life hating Ted Hughes. I never knew Ted Hughes, and also he is dead now, so it is literally impossible to dislike anything but an idea of him, and I’m not interested enough in him to spend a lot of time dwelling on that idea. But I don’t have any interest in reading poems by Ted Hughes about the story of his marriage to Sylvia Plath, because I’m familiar with the story. It’s a story about one person who did great work, and one who did very good work; one of them wound up dead, and the other wound up Poet Laureate. And, I admit, I particularly don’t have any interest in reading poems about Ted Hughes leaving Sylvia Plath that contain lines like these:

My escape had become such a hunted thing
Sleepless, hopeless, all its dreams exhausted

Because, you know, God forbid Sylvia Plath make the “escape” hard on Ted Hughes or anything. Why can’t Ted Hughes have an easier time, with the deserting her? Why can’t she just be cool about it? And I have no interest in lines like these:

And I had started to write when the telephone
Jerked awake, in a jabbering alarm,
Remembering everything. It recovered in my hand.
Then a voice like a selected weapon
Or a measured injection,
Coolly delivered its four words
Deep into my ear: “Your wife is dead.”

“Better go tell that lady you’ve been shacking up with,” the voice apparently did not add.

I mean: There is so much here. So much! About how Sylvia Plath’s death might be the one thing Hughes might not want to make entirely about his own feelings and needs, about how far gone you have to be to shatter an already very breakable person to the point that they lose the part of their brain that contains a survival instinct and then complain about how unpleasant your fucking “escape” was. But then, someone else wrote it already:

The tattle of my
Gold joints, my way of turning
Bitches to ripples of silver
Rolls out a carpet, a hush.

And there is no end, no end of it.
I shall never grow old. New oysters
Shriek in the sea and I
Glitter like Fontaineble

Gratified,
All the fall of water an eye
Over whose pool I tenderly
Lean and see me.

 

How to Make a Guy Stop Being Mad at You After a Fight

If you want to end a fight that just happened with a guy,or want to be friends with a guy again after a fight,or want a guy back,this article is for you.

Steps:

1. Do not talk to him for awhile. Give some time for both of you to cool down.
2. Think about whose fault this is. Is it yours or his? Did he do something to you? Or did you do something to him that caused all of this mess/fight? Are you sure he is worth getting back?
3. Make sure you two are worth to be friends or in a relationship again! Be sure to think over that. It is VERY important!
4. Later on,talk over about what happened or get a friend to talk to him and try to convince him to be with you again,(if your not ready to talk to him just yet).
5. Say "sorry" to each other.
6. Forgive and forget. It is said that "God only forgives those who forgive others".
7. Show them that you care. Always be there for them.
8. Be nice and friendly to them.
9. Help them out if they need any help.
10. Be just the way you were before you went out.
11. Do not be how you were before your fight or whatever happened in between the two of you. Hopefully the guy won't be the same as he was before,either. If you two are together as friends or a relationship again, if its worth it,this will not happen again and you guys WILL LEARN a lesson from this.
12. In the end,you will figure out if it is really "Meant" for you two in "life" to be together as friends,bf/gf,(or whatever relationship you were in),to be together again. Remember that. Maybe you two just aren't meant to be friends or in a relationship.

How to Make a Girl Who Is Really Mad at You Forgive You

No matter what you did, if someone is mad at you, it's really hard to get them to forgive you. Guys, stop getting your girls mad!

Steps

1. There are no such steps ...It is very natural and if you are genuine,you won't need all this..So do as your heart says
2. Apologize first and foremost. Apologies, while just words, mean a lot. A simple "I'm sorry" is a start.
3. Write an apology letter. As horrible or simple as what you did may have been, write a letter telling her you know what you did was your fault, how sorry you are, and how you'll never do it again.
4. Let things cool off. Don't keep saying sorry because she will get more mad at you than she already is.
5. Tell her how much you love her,and that you are very sorry and never meant to hurt her.
6. Email or text message her and make small talk. This may just get the conversation started on the track to being how you were before. Just realize that you can't completely ignore the fact that you were in the wrong.
7. Give her time, if she needs it. In fact she may never forgive you but all you can do until she lets you know is just wait.
   
   

Tips

• Don't have someone apologize for you.
• Make small talk.
• After saying how sorry you are, ask her things about herself to make her feel special again.
• Tell her you love her..only if you mean it
• NEVER ASK HER FRIENDS WHY SHE'S MAD... she will only be more mad at you, AND be mad at her friend, because if she wanted you to know, she would have told you..
• Sometimes it's better not to tell her everything you're going to change that makes her mad. Just show her that actions speak a whole lot louder than words.

Warnings

• Don't just keep saying sorry. It just starts to get annoying after a while.
• Love is grand. Divorce, 100 grand.
• Seem upset, but not too upset! Don't make a big deal out of it. DON'T be all over someone else. This will just make her angrier.
• Don't ask a million questions about her or it might scare her away again.
• Try to avoid giving gifts such as jewelry or some long-lasting keepsake, as this is not a time to be remembered.
• Never tell a girl she's hot, girls don't like that, tell them they're beautiful.
• Don't act crazy, like punching a wall... don't do that. You might think it's the only way you can get the anger out, but she will probably be afraid of you then... same thing goes for hurting yourself!
• Don't rush to get the answer whether she forgives you or not. If things go well, she'll give in definitely.
• Tell her that you won't ever do it again and that you promise you won't hurt her again

 

Using Good Memories and Releasing Violence

Even if you are a reasonable, pleasant soul, anger gives you no chance. Sometimes. The strength of anger is in its impact, and when it hits you suddenly, your sensible self has no chance. You lash out, hurting near and dear.

There's one trick that works for me:
the love-memory trick.
For example, my son, when he was about five or so, irritated me with his constant chatter when I was busy with work. I wanted to hit him hard and make him stop. Then I remembered when he first came into my life, a pink bundle of joy, looking out at the world with teddy eyes. I remembered the first time he smiled, the first time he spoke my name, and a lot of other first times. I also remembered how much we craved for him long before he was born. Then my priorities took a wonderful shift and I stopped work to give him a kiss and play with him. Why am I busy at work? To give my family a great time in the future. So should I sacrifice their immediate pleasures and give them a hard time now? I then realised that my mind had switched to 'reasonable' mode, at which I was comfortable.
When little ones make you mad, another trick is

love-battle.
Hug them hard and cover them with kisses and tickles. This fools your anger instead of fueling it. The neccessary violence is released for the anger to work itself off. But it is only violent hugging and kissing! Love will take over and care of everything.
This works for romantic relationships too. The anger transforms to passion and all is cool!

Wishing you the best of relationships!