Is the “cupping” of Olympic athletes so awful?

August 10, 2016 • 9:30 am

All over the skeptical/rational blogosphere, people are calling out those Olympic athletes, including Michael Phelps, who have tried to improve their performance via “cupping therapy“: putting small glass bells over parts of the body and creating a vacuum in them that breaks blood vessels below the skin, producing a circular bruise.   Here’s Michael Phelps getting cupped at the Olympics:

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And in action, with his bruises clearly visible:

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Many athletes seem to be using this technique:

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(From the Guardian) US gymnast Alexander Naddour at Rio 2016, evidently another fan of cupping. Photograph: Alex Livesey/Getty Images

In principle, this ancient therapy seems unlikely to have any salutary effect on physiology, as all it does is break capillaries, but, as the New York Times reports, there’s some suggestive evidence that it can still be beneficial:

While there’s no question that many athletes, coaches and trainers believe in the treatment, there’s not much science to determine whether cupping offers a real physiological benefit or whether the athletes simply are enjoying a placebo effect.

One 2012 study of 61 people with chronic neck pain compared cupping to a technique called progressive muscle relaxation, or P.M.R., during which a patient deliberately tenses his muscles and then focuses on relaxing them. Half the patients used cupping while the other half used P.M.R. Both patient groups reported similar reductions in pain after 12 weeks of treatment. Notably, the patients who had used cupping scored higher on measurements of well-being and felt less pain when pressure was applied to the area. Even so, the researchers noted that more study is needed to determine the potential benefits of cupping.

Another experiment involving 40 patients who suffered from knee arthritis found that people who underwent cupping reported less pain after four months compared to arthritis sufferers in a control group who were not treated. But the cupped group knew they were being treated — it’s not easy to blind people about whether a suction cup is being attached to their leg or not — and so the benefits might have been due primarily to a placebo effect.

And indeed, if there are effects on athletes, they probably are placebo effects. But placebo effects are real; we don’t know how they work, but simply the idea that you’re being treated can improve many things, including depression.

In fact, “active” placebos: drugs that give you a physiological “side effect” but don’t treat the condition, are even better than “passive” placebos that have no effect you can perceive. That is, depressed patients given atropine, whose effects you can perceive, don’t do appreciably worse than traditional antidepressant medication, and both do better than patients given “passive” placebos like sugar pills. Patients given no treatment do worst of all. There was even one experiment (no longer considered ethical) showing that patients who had “sham” knee surgery, i.e., who were cut into but not really operated on, had outcomes as good as those of patients with real knee surgery.

It is unethical for doctors to prescribe placebos, but I find that regrettable, though wholly understandable and the ethical thing to do, for prescribing placebos involves deceiving the patient.

Phelps and his fellow athletes aren’t being deceived by anyone but themselves, but so what? Lots of athletes have superstitious practices: using lucky bats in baseball games, making the sign of the cross before games or after goals, wearing “lucky” clothing, and so on. That kind of stuff hurts no one. Making the cross, “Tebowing” after a touchdown, and so on are no less harmful, for they validate religious superstition in the public eye. “Cupping”, as a performance enhancer, is unlikely to catch on as a substitute for genuine medicine given for an illness.

In fact, I bet many of us have such superstitious practices. I have a lucky number, which I won’t reveal, and many readers probably have objects they consider “lucky”. This, like cupping, is a harmless superstition. In fact, “proper” cupping, because of the placebo effect, may be far more useful than that rabbit’s foot.

The problem, of course, is “improper” cupping: cupping that isn’t done by experts on pampered athletes. Over at Respectful Insolence, Orac points out some of the dangers, as in this man in China who tried cupping to help a form of arthritis, and wound up with what look like third-degree burns:

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Cupping, then, can go horribly wrong. The problem with celebrities doing it in public is not that they look like dupes, but that they might encourage others to do the same. Not everyone who tries it will end up with trendy bruises and a positive outlook. The public, then, needs to know what can go wrong before they opt for such treatment. That is the responsibility of the press rather than the athletes, who are surely ignorant of the problems. And the New York Times article fails in its responsibility here, even quoting Keenan Robinson, Phelps’s personal trainer:
“We know that science says it isn’t detrimental,” Mr. Robinson said. “We know that science says it does in some cases help out. So we’re at least going to expose the athletes to it years out so they can at least get a routine into it.”
Yeah, “not detrimental” when practiced as it is on Phelps. The Times should have at least mentioned possible dangers.

Still much of the vociferous calling out of Olympic cupping doesn’t highlight its dangers so much as constitute a form of virtue signaling: “See, I’m smarter than that stupid Michael Phelps.” In fact, one blogger has even said this about the cupping Olympic athletes: “these people are idiots.” Ignoring the fact that that statement is “ableist”, violating the website’s own norms, I’d hardly call them idiots, any more than I’m an idiot for having a lucky number. There may be small moieties of a person’s behavior that are irrational, but does that make them total “idiots”? Not in my eyes.

Michael Phelps is not an “idiot”, and if he feels more confident after cupping, he could even be called savvy. Whether or not this practice increases woo among the public is yet to be seen.

But if Phelps got homeopathic treatment for cancer, I’d be much more likely to criticize him.

I’ll finish by saying that the placebo effect has been demonstrated many times (and sometimes not), but appears to be a real phenomenon for some conditions. How it works is a great mystery, for inducing the belief that you’re being treated can somehow translate into both subjective and objective perception of improvement. I’d love to see more work on the phenomenon, but much of it is rightly viewed as unethical.

UPDATE: I’ve just read Hemant’s report on cupping at The Friendly Atheist, and he, too, calls it out as worthless, but fails to mention the possible dangers except for wasting money on useless treatments.  He also mentions, as I did, athletic superstitions:

They’ll wear special socks during big games, refuse to shave their beards during the playoffs, go through a certain ritual during warm-ups, etc. Yes, it gives them confidence. It’s be foolish, however, to think their actions have any real, tangible effect.

But that’s wrong. A placebo effect is a “real tangible effect.”

Jesus ‘n’ Mo ‘n’ Moe

August 10, 2016 • 8:30 am

The latest Jesus and Mo, called “ugly,” is a good one, with the Jewish “Mo” (Moe) making a cameo appearance. The strip came with this note:

A new one today, on the rise of antisemitism. Here’s an interesting essay on the topic.

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An excerpt from the Commentary piece by Ben Cohen:

Now, it appears, anti-Semites are being given additional power to define anti-Semitism by stating that it is something other than what they themselves represent—before rising in moral outrage to denounce anyone who might say different. Their views are not offensive, not anti-Semitic; no, it is the opinions of those who object to their views that should be considered beyond the pale.

This is more than a change in the dynamics of anti-Semitism; it is an inversion of the accepted logic of minorities and bigots altogether. Unlike blacks, Muslims, Hispanics, or any other religious or ethnic group, Jews alone are now to be told by their enemies who does and who does not hate them.

. . . To understand why such blatant expressions of anti-Semitism are no longer a cause for moral opprobrium, we have to examine the sociology that determines that Jews, in contrast to nearly every other minority group, sit squarely on the wrong side of the oppressor/oppressed dynamic and thereby make any Jewish complaints about bigotry inherently suspect.

And you can find Cohen’s answer in his piece.

Poland: Dobrzyn and Poznań

August 10, 2016 • 7:30 am

There will be no “Readers’ Wildlife” today, for I have many pictures from Dobrzyn and my trip to Poznan. First, some cherries, as I am still getting my daily pie (another one will be made today). These ones are ready for cooking:

1. Cherries

Not yet ripe, but soon. . .

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The apples are ripe, too, but there are too many to eat. Andrzej and Malgorzata used to take them to the local schools for the kids, but the schools don’t want them any more:

4a. Apples

We had a visitor: Darek, a teacher from southern Poland who also publishes atheist and rationalist books. Here he and Andrzej are discovering the Mass Snail Death Climb documented below:

2a. Darek Observing snails

For some reason (and I’ve seen this in Dorset, too), thousands of snails in Dobrzyn have climbed up the vegetation and apparently died in situ. I’m not sure of the species (perhaps Cepaea), nor whether this behavior is induced by a parasite that propagates itself by making the snails climb before they die (some fungi and nematodes cause such a behavior in ants, making them more visible to birds, the parasites’ subsequent host). But the snails all appeared to be dead.

3. Snails

4. Snails

Dinner in Dobrzyn: salad, potatoes, Swedish meatloaf, and some Czech beer brought by Darek.
5. Meatloaf

. . . and pickles grown and preserved by Elzbieta, half of Leon’s staff:

6. Pickle

Several of these images, with the label “Behold, a cat” (reminiscent of Ecce Homo), were painted onto the walls of the Dobrzyn railway station:

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A modern Polish train at the Wloclawek railway station, my gateway to Poznan (I changed at Kutno):

8. Polish train

The town square of the lovely city of Poznań, an important city (one of the seats of the kings) in ancient Poland. Like many Polish towns, including Warsaw, it was destroyed during World War II and rebuilt. This is the town square, which reminds me of Kraków.

9. Poznan square

The Town Hall. Apparently, at noon two bronze goats appear in the window below the clock and butt each other 12 times. Sadly, I was lecturing at noon and didn’t see that:

10. Town hall

Dinner on Sunday was at the Ludwiku du Rondla restaurant, which had some unusual items on menu. One adventurous soul ordered “goose cunt”, which was, I believe “pipek” in Polish, or the stuffed esophagus of a goose. The name apparently comes from the fancied resemblance of that dish to vaginas, but since they were out of it, I never got to see.

11. Menu

My hosts in Poznan were Borys, a bioinformatics scientist at the university, and his wife Joanna, who works on maritime economics and sociology:

12. Borys & Janna

I of course avoided the nether parts of geese, starting instead with the “Singer paté,” which was described as Jewish beef pate made with pistachios and plums pickled in plum vodka. There was cheese and horseradish on the side. It was very good.

13. Singer pate

And then a traditional Polish/Jewish dish: stuffed cabbage with mushroom sauce (they were out of tomato sauce). My mother used to make a similar dish:

14. Stuffed Cabbage

Despite having a bad experience with “horseradish soup” several years ago, Darek decided to order it again. He didn’t like it any better this time.

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He also ordered goose livers with roasted potatoes. I didn’t try this dish, not being fond of the inner organs of beasts and fowls:

16. Goose liver and potatoes

Others ordered cholent, a traditional Jewish dish served on the Sabbath since it can be cooked in advance and kept warm (no cooking on the Sabbath!). The ingredients are meat, potatoes, beans, and barley. Someone remarked that this looked like Mexican food.

17. Cholent

Blini: a traditional Russian/Ukrainian dish that’s been culturally appropriated by the Poles. These are pancakes made from buckwheat and wheat flour, served here with redcurrant sauce and sour cream:

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A traditional Jewish dessert: charoset, made from grated apple, raisins, honey, cinnamon, and wine, served with “sponge fingers”. Wikipedia says this about the dish, which can be made in various ways:

Its color and texture are meant to recall mortar (or mud used to make adobe bricks) which the Israelites used when they were enslaved in Ancient Egypt as mentioned in Tractate Pesahim (page 116a) of the Talmud. The word “charoset” comes from the Hebrew word cheres — חרס — “clay.”

18. Haroset

This dessert is called pascha, described on the menu as “Jewish,” and consisting of “cottage cheese and dried fruit.” It was, however, more like ricotta than American cottage cheese.

19. Pascha

And the familiar blintzes, filled with cheese, raisins, figs, and almonds

20. Blintzes

I stayed in a lovely hotel near the Old Town, and every morning there was a groaning breakfast buffet, as is usual in Poland. (This is catching on in America.) Poles like lots of meats, cheeses, and salads for breakfast, but there were also eggs, sausages, and pastries. The right half of one of the two buffet tables:

21. Buffet 1

The left half, with meats, more salads, and, to the left, chafing dishes with scrambled eggs, sausages, and blini. There was another buffet table with yogurt, pastries, fruit, bread, and coffee.

22. Buffet 2

For lunch after my talk we went to a quaint Polish place in the Old Town, where I had a local dark beer; it was very good:

23. Beer

I also had what might be described as a “Polish hamburger”: two buckwheat blini with roast pork and lettuce inside, covered with a mushroom gravy. It was excellent:

24. Bliniburger

Only a few hours later we dined at the Wiejskie Jadlo restaurant, famous for its “rural trough,” a literal wooden trough filled with local delicacies. We were three and you need four to get The Trough. (We were too full anyway!) I had this classic dish, described on the English menu as “Gray dumplings with bacon and onion served with fried cabbage” (sauerkraut). At this point I could barely eat, having had lunch only a few hours before.

25. Dumplings

Another Polish dish that’s also part of Jewish cuisine: latkes (potato pancakes), served with sour cream.

26. Latkes

Joanna had strawberry pierogi, classic Polish dumplings that can be filled with almost anything: meat, potatoes, sauerkraut, mushrooms, or, for dessert, fruit:

27. Strawberry Pierogi

With the bill came three complimentary shots of cherry liqueur, a Polish favorite:

28. Strawberry cordial

After a day of eating like that, there’s only one thing to do: sleep it off. Goodnight!

30. Goodnight

Wednesday: Hili dialogue

August 10, 2016 • 6:30 am

One week from today I’ll be home, which will be sad, as I’ll miss Dobrzyn. I won’t be traveling again until October—and then just to Pittsburgh. Today is August 10, 2016, and I’ll give a truncated version of today’s Big Events, since Grania informed me that listing many of them is too much for readers to absorb in the morning!

On this day in history, 2003 (from Wikipedia): “The highest temperature ever recorded in the United Kingdom, 38.5 °C (101.3 °F) in Kent, England. It is the first time the United Kingdom has recorded a temperature over 100 °F (38 °C).” It won’t be the last! It’s not all that rare to temperatures like that in Chicago—even higher if you factor in humidity. I understand that Brits die by the score at temperatures like that.

A notable born on this day: Phoolan Devi, the “Bandit Queen” of India (1963-2001), who, born in Uttar Pradesh to a low-caste family, led a rough and colorful life. She was a folk hero to Indians, especially women, despite her leading a gang that committed murders (she often murdered men who abused women and/or low-caste Hindus). She was arrested, jailed for 11 years, released, elected to the Indian parliament, and then assassinated in New Delhi the age of 37.

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A notable who died on this day was Rin Tin Tin (1918-1932), the most famous American movie dog: a German shepherd who starred in many Hollywood movies and was a hug box office draw. Tin was succeeded by many other faux Rin Tin Tins (I remember some from my youth). The original d*g was rescued from a battlefield in World War I.

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From Wikipedia: Officers and men of the 135th Aero Squadron with their mascot “Rin Tin Tin” shortly after his rescue as a puppy in 1918.

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Meanwhile in Dobrzyn, Hili gave me a warm greeting on my return from Poznan:

Hili: So how was it in Poznań?
Jerry: Wonderful, but even though it is nice everywhere, Dobrzyń is best of all.
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In Polish:
Hili: Jak ci było w Poznaniu?
Jerry: Wspaniale, chociaż wszędzie dobrze, ale w Dobrzyniu najlepiej.
There’s Polish wordplay here, as one of the roots of “Dobrzyn” is, as you see, “dobrze”, which means “good.” The last line is the Polish equivalent of “There’s no place like home.”

Persiflage

August 9, 2016 • 2:15 pm

I am back from Poznan, had dinner and cherry pie, and now can’t brain. You will have to be satisfied with persiflage today. The good news is that there are two bits of it here.

It seems to be not unusual (at least if you look at YouTube) for a squirrel to steal a GoPro camera, take it up a tree, and then drop it, with the camera filming the entire event. (I’m sure the photographers plan on this, maybe even baiting the camera with noms.)

I posted one of these a long while ago, and of course someone cried that the film was faked. Well, I won’t rule it out entirely here, as that’s not scientific, but this one looks real to me:

And this, which I find hilarious:

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The enslavement of Saudi women

August 9, 2016 • 1:00 pm

There’s an old American folk song, “The Wagoner’s Lad,” which begins with this verse:

Oh hard is the fortune of all womankind
They’re always controlled, they’re always confined;
Controlled by their parents until they are wives
Then slaves to their husbands for the rest of their lives.

It’s a heartbreaking song with a beautiful tune (I first heard it in the Kingston Trio’s version), but, thank Ceiling Cat, life has changed since that song was written on the American frontier. Well, it has in America, but the verse above exactly describes life in Saudi Arabia.

That country is our ally, and yet we don’t protest when they treat their women like chattel, which in fact is exactly what they are under law. It’s hard for us to change things there, but social media can help—if only to let us know how desperate many of these women are.

There’s a new Twitter site, #stopenslavingsaudiwomen, designed to allow Saudi women to post anonymously about their situation, which, as we know, isn’t conducive to happiness.

Some of the messages are heartbreaking, and you should go see for yourself. (The Sister Hood site mentioned below also explains in brief the many ways the country subjugates and infantilizes women through the odious institution of “male guardianship”).

Nearly all the women posting from inside the country are both anonymous and have their faces covered, which itself tells you what things are like there. I’ll post a few messages and then the site’s video. (Some of the messages are reposted by “Isaac Cohen,” obviously a conduit for these women.)

https://twitter.com/AmlShaikh/status/763063890120994816

https://twitter.com/dontcarebut/status/761237194094903296

https://twitter.com/ifiguredit/status/761288908927795200

https://twitter.com/zafermeem/status/761218708085899264

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Meanwhile, the site Sister Hood has posted what it calls “the first English language video created by women inside Saudi for their ‪#‎StopEnslavingSaudiWomen‬ campaign.”

h/t: Grania

The death of journalism

August 9, 2016 • 9:30 am

I’m on the road today (or rather, on the rail), so enjoy this video of John Oliver on the latest issue of “Last Week Tonight.”  Oliver, the true heir of Jon Stewart, demonstrates with his characteristic excitability why real journalism is dying.

And we know that’s true—at least in the United States, for many journalistic “aggregator” outlets don’t charge for access, relying either (like PuffHo), on writing slaves who get nothing but publicity for their contributions (or so I was told when HuffPo tried to exploit me), or on ad revenue. Either way, the market for serious, decently-paid journalists is dying, and when it’s gone, we’ll have clickbait and endless Kardashiana as our daily fare. The New York Times will be the last credible paper in America.

But I fulminate; let John Oliver say it in a much funnier (and more informative) way:

Curiously, this video was highlighted at PuffHo, which apparently didn’t even look at the first minute of Oliver’s rant, which includes this bit made into a screenshot:

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h/t: Barry

North and South Korean gymnasts pose for a selfie

August 9, 2016 • 8:00 am

There’s already all sorts of bad behavior by athletes at the Olympics, with the Lebanese team not allowing the Israeli athletes on the bus, a report that a Saudi judo athlete (judist?) forfeited his match rather than face an Israeli athlete (the Saudis say it was an injury), literal finger-wagging by American swimmers towards Russian swimmers accused of illegal drug usage, and now an Australian swimmer calling his Chinese opponent a “drug cheat.” It’s the Olympics, Jake: keep your bad behavior and moralism to yourself.

But here’s a moment that at least brings a frisson of pleasure: a North Korean and South Korean gymnast posing for a selfie! Now that’s something completely unexpected.

From The Guardian we see Lee Eun-ju of South Korea (right, age 17) and Hong Un-jong of North Korea (left, age 27) taking a selfie while practicing before the competition began. Un-jong was the first medal-winner in women’s gymnastics from North Korea, nabbing a gold in the vault in the 2008 Beijing games. (Although old for a gymnast, she has a new vault that could earn her a second gold.) Eun-ju is considerably younger, and I can imagine that the North Korean is a bit of a hero to her.

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The North Koreans are unarguably the most oppressed people on the planet, starved and ordered about by their odious leaders, and taught from birth to hate South Koreans, Americans, and almost everybody else. They have no access to internet, and listening to international radio is a serious crime. No other nation on Earth is so deliberately isolated from the rest of the world.

There’s nothing we can do to help them save push for sanctions or rekindle the war (which is technically still ongoing); the latter would kill many in both North and South. If only there were a way. . .

But the picture shows a spirit of the young that transcends this division. Sadly, the DPRK is dedicated to snuffing out that spirit, and perhaps Un-jong might even be sanctioned after returning to the North. But if anything exemplifies what the Olympics are supposed to be, it’s this photo.