Science has confirmed something we’ve known since middle school: Women talk more than men—about three times as much—plus we speak at a much faster rate than guys do. According to this study women spit out 20,000 words a day—that’s 13,000 more than most guys say in any given day. The reason? According to Dr. Luan Brizendine, author of The Female Brain, “Women devote more brain cells to talking than men.” She says we’re built to do this in the womb, while guys are wired differently.
Dr. Brizendine also has some other doozies for the age old Mars-versus-Venus debate. “Women have an eight-lane superhighway for processing emotion, while men have a small country road,” she says. Meanwhile, go figure, the part of the brain she calls the ‘sex processor’ is twice as big as in men as it is in women.
So do these findings mesh with the highly scientific research you’ve done in your life? Or does this sound totally right? Keep reading »
The current issue of Rolling Stone features the Hotness Award-nominated band the Jonas Brothers. I was a nanny for an 8-year old not too long ago and while she introduced me to the magical world of Miley Cyrus, I have never been able to like the Jonas Brothers because she sang that song “Year 3000″ at the top of her lungs 24/7 and let me tell you, it was annoying. But I did learn something new from reading RS‘ profile of the hugely, insanely, mega popular band. According to Dr. Louannn Brizendine, author of The Female Brain:
“There’s a thing in biology we call synchrony. Basically, one girl affects another affects another, and it becomes a domino effect building up to that level of hysteria. They are getting all these brain hits of dopamine, and also oxytocin, which is a love-and-bonding hormone. Teenage girls have so much estrogen, which just catapults the level of dopamine and oxytocin in the brain, creating this sort of ecstatic rush in themselves and others. It truly is a state of ecstatic love.”
That explains the masses of crying teens whose fingers graze against Nick Jonas’ arm or the hoards of fans who welcomed the Beatles to America in 1964. It also explains why I contemplated suicide when I didn’t get Pearl Jam tickets in 1992 (my dad eventually forked over money to a scalper and saved my life). So, if the statement above is true, who had that ecstatic power over your teenage heart? Keep reading »