Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Am I a bromide?

Now Nassir Ghaemi has called me a "bromidic anti-biological critic". I have reviewed his book The rise and fall of the biopsychosocial model, which I mentioned in a previous post. He has replied to my review and I have responded to his comments. I can understand him being upset about my views about his book. But I have gone on at length about the misunderstanding of saying that critical psychiatry is anti-biological (eg. see another previous post).

By the way, bromides were used as sedatives in psychiatric hospitals in the past. And I don't think critical psychiatry is bromidic in the sense of being conformist to majority opinion. Maybe I should be happy to be bromidic in the adapted words of the song from South Pacific:-

Wonderful critical psychiatry 

I expect everyone of my crowd to make fun of my proud protestations for critical psychiatry. 
And they'll say I'm naive as a babe to believe that the fables of psychiatry will be exposed. 
Fearlessly, I'll face them and argue their doubts away. 
Loudly, I'll sing about flowers in spring. 
Flatly, I'll stand on my little flat feet and say.... Critical psychiatry... is a grand and a beautiful thing. 
I'm not ashamed to reveal, the world famous feeling I feel. 
I'm as corny as Kansas in August, 
I'm as normal as blueberry pie, 
no more a smart little guy with no heart, I have found me a wonderful cause. 
I am in a conventional dither, with a conventional star in my eye. 
And you will note there's a lump in my throat, when I speak of that wonderful cause. 
I'm as trite and as gay as a daisy in May a cliché coming true, 
I'm bromidic and bright as a moon happy night pouring light on the dew. 
I'm as corny as Kansas in August, high as the flag on the 4th of July. 
If you'll excuse an expression I use... 
I'm committed, I'm committed, I'm committed, I'm committed, I'm committed, I'm committed to a wonderful cause! 
(interlude) 
I'm as trite and gay as a daisy in May a cliche' coming true. 
I'm bromidic and bright as a moon happy night pouring light on the dew. 
I'm as corny as Kansas in August, high as the flag on the 4th of July. 
If you'll excuse an expression I use... I'm committed (13x) to a wonderful cause! 

 (To the music of "A wonderful guy" from South Pacific)

1 comment:

Milo said...

No way... but He sounds more of an ass to me though.