The rapid rise of the German nationalist, radical right-wing movement PEGIDA poses the threat of popularising discrimination and shattering democratic advancements. This essay analyses the rise of this collective action based on four motivations; group-identification, anger, moral convictions and group efficacy. Based on ingroup-favouritism, common-fate theory, outgroup-devaluation and realistic-group-conflict theory, an increasing radicalisation of PEGIDA is predicted if current political responses are retained.Read More
Part 3 of an exploration of why we are so weird.Read More
Low and decreasing voter turnout is an increasing political and psychological problem across Europe and beyond. Research indicates that perceived social norms and personal involvement significantly contribute to the extent that voters do or do not vote. A process model is presented, and the effectiveness of targeting respective variables for possible intervention is discussed. An intervention is proposed based on an adaptation of the “I voted”-stickers in US elections to increase personal involvement, public commitment and descriptive social norms.Read More
Part 2 of an exploration of why we are so weird.Read More
Part 1 of an exploration of why we are so weird.Read More
A culinary introduction to Roy Lichtenstein and part one of “Cooking Art”.Read More
A vast majority of developing countries rely on burning solid fuel for everyday energy needs. The current practices significantly impact climate change and result in a dramatic impact on health, causing more than two million deaths per year through indoor air pollution (IAP). This paper reviews the work of Hanna, Duflo and Greenstone (2016), who studied an intervention by the Indian NGO Gram Vikas, but, in line with similar research in this field, failed to find significant effects. The intervention, results, and theory are analysed, improvements proposed and a monitoring and evaluation plan developed.Read More
I knew it was her. I recognised her eyes, her hair, her hands, her smell even, and yet, this person in front of me was not my grandmother. Not anymore. Her eyes were that of a child, lost, looking around with both infantile amusement and childish fear, not understanding what was happening, who we were and where she was.Read More
Let’s go somewhere, she said, as we realised we wouldn’t see each other all summer. Where, I asked, I don’t care, she answered, anywhere, only it has to be cheap, close and we only have a week. No pressure.
We went to the black forest.
The light flickers for a moment as I turn it on. The formerly white tiled room lights up in the damp glow of a single neon light hanging loosely at a cable from the ceiling. I walk into a gust of stale air, a moist, warm, mouldy scent of this-really-needs-to-be-cleaned-or-rather-burnt-down-right-away.Read More