Body Image Revisions – The Third Limb and the Arm Potentially Made of Charlie Sheen
Thursday, February 24th, 2011Cognitive scientists have long known that people can be induced to feel as if a fake limb is their own. This is done by hiding the arm from the subject’s view (under a table, for example), putting the fake arm in view, and then physically stimulating the visible fake arm and the unseen real arm in an identical fashion. The human brain, being easily confused by the conflict between the visual and tactile systems, will correct this discrepancy by suddenly mapping the fake arm onto the body plan, causing people to think the fake limb is now their “real” limb. (My own mind, however, being so used to being wrong and embracing absurdities such as the belief that Barack Obama was born in Kenya, does not even attempt to resolve this conflict; indeed, if it chooses to do anything, it will often choose to embrace further absurdity and just assume, for example, that the whole damned room is my actual arm.)
Having discovered this, scientists have desperately tried to find even more ways to screw with people’s minds. For instance, Swedish researchers made study subjects feel as if a prosthetic arm were a third arm in a recent study. Not content with this magnitude of a mindfuck in the participants, though, the researchers then brandished knives menacingly at the newfound arms, just to see if the participants would have a physiological reaction, which was measured by the sweatiness of their palms (hopefully of the real arm). Needless to say, though, they could have just as easily measured the physiological responses by noting the participant’s words (e.g., “What the fuck are you doing, you crazy asshole? You make me think I have a third arm and then you fucking try to cut it?!”), their fearful and confused expressions, or their attempts to punch the researchers in the face (which often failed because they tried to punch with their fake third arm, resulting in only a phantom punch). Not surprisingly, the subjects induced into thinking the prosthetic arm was their third arm had significantly sweatier palms when the prosthetic arm was threatened with the knife than those subjects who had not been tricked into thinking the plastic arm was their own.
This research shows that a person’s body image is not limited to a body plan with only two arms, two legs, and two heads [Editor's note: the author of this article strangely has two heads]. If people can be induced into thinking they have 3 arms, perhaps they could be induced to think that they have 4, 5, or 4211 arms. However, there are limits to the body plan revisions. When the prosthetic arm was replaced with a prosthetic leg, for instance, the subjects did not suddenly think they had a leg for an arm, much to the scientist’s chagrin. (These sick fucks wanted people to believe they had a third leg where their third arm should have been. That’s just going too damned far!)
It has not escaped this author’s attention, however, that this study opens the door to several perverse opportunities. Not content with only two dicks [Editor's note: among the author's already numerous problems, this extra dick is yet another], I could use these techniques to make myself believe this oiled-up banana is my third dick, allowing me to triple the rate at which I have sex, bringing the total up to zero. And if I was doomed to loneliness, perhaps finding that women are not attracted to two-headed, three-dicked monstrosities, I could try to use these techniques to map my body image onto a more popular person’s body. There are certain Hollywood actors who have sex with hookers and women from LA (pardon the redundancy) all the time. If I were to watch them being touched all over and then simulate the exact same touch-sensations on my own body, with enough time I could possibly map my body image onto the actor’s, allowing me to finally live the dream of inhabiting an actor’s body without the attendant side effects of stupidity and scientology (again, pardon the redundancy). Of course, these possibilities still remain to be tested. And while third arms definitely seem to be a possibility, it is unclear whether thirteen thousand dicks are, much less a leg made of machine guns and arms made of Charlie Sheen and Emilio Estevez, respectively. Nothing will stop me from trying, though, and I simply will not stop—not for food and not for women with three-vagina body images—until I have constructed for myself an arm made of Charlie Sheen, the finest actor of our day and the finest stuff of which arms could possibly be made.






