Yes, yes, late to the party, I know.

My primary area of interest human social behavior on the internet. This may overlap with studies of fandom, because fandom is pretty social on the internet and because I like watching what fandom does with itself. It’s a newish field, at least relative to the rest of psychology, and I think there are many academic and commercial benefits to studying it. It’s what I want to do in grad school and possibly pursue as a career afterwards.

But if I ever, ever, EVER do something as boneheadedly, unscientifically, patronizingly, unethically, sexistly, homophobicly, transphobicly MORONIC as this I want someone to come to my house and bash my head in with a blunt object. And I do mean bash. I want my cranium to be a slurry of bone fragments and brain matter because if I ever consider this anywhere near a worthwhile research method I have obviously either gone mad or my body has been possessed by some inhuman creature intent on making my entire profession look like a bunch of disgusting voyeurs. It would be a mercy to my immortal soul if my cursed body was destroyed along with any notes I may have taken during this profane thing I would call “research”.

I won’t go into the many, many things that are wrong with this because I think Neuroanthropology and others cover the topic sufficiently, but good grief. I wish I hadn’t missed it before Ogi Ogas (who sounds like a Yu-Gi-Oh! monster for some reason) deleted his LJ and comments and thought that would suitably hide his tracks. It would have been psychologically interesting to watch as he dug himself deeper and deeper until he hit China and decided to make a break for it while information, group action and discussion spread through the internet in a way that always makes me feel a bit tingly in the netherbits of my brain.

Dr. Forrester would think this was an implausible study and his primary experimental design involves putting a janitor in space and showing him bad movies.