Junk food increases your chances of depression. Examine this statement, it’s the result of Spanish Inquisition.
The subjects are carefully selected. And fed large amount of fast and slow food. And then asked if they feel depressed. And then, lo and behold, we have a result. 51% of the test subjects that ate the fast food is more depressed than those who didn’t. Now is it me, or is something very dubious going on here?
First of all, how do you measure depression and discount personality? Some people are more “depressible” than others. Normal answer would be to do the same experiment on the same person twice, but I’m sure that would be a pretty depressing experience, so the result will be influenced by the measurement. Heidelberg is a bitch. I’m sure the psychologists have a good answer to this one, but psychology is simply not an exact science.
Secondly, apparently these subjects show more “signs of depression”. How do you know which signs of depression are influenced by food? What if it’s because all test subject also happen to hate their job? Ceteris paribus unfortunately doesn’t apply when people are involved.
Thirdly. There is a whole lot more “non fast food” than there is fast food. If I had to eat the same hamburgers every day, I’d be depressed too.
Fourthly. Cause and effect. Isn’t the conclusion more plausible when instead of: “I eat hamburgers, so I feel depressed”, you say: “I feel depressed, so I don’t feel like cooking and eat hamburgers.”?
And that same thing goes for another conclusion of theirs, which is that the ones who eat hamburgers and pizzas remain single much longer. Nay I say. I say: the ones who are single tend to eat pizzas and hamburgers more often. Duh. Have you ever come home alone after a day of work? Tell me honestly. Do you cook, or call in? No, I said honestly.
Oh and the people who eat fast food also exercise less. Finally something we agree on. You know how much easier it is to pick up the phone and call someone, then walk to the front door and pay them, than it is to go out, buy a bag of groceries, cut them up, stand sweating in front of a pan, then cleaning up afterwards?
What a depressingly worthless piece of research. I’m gonna get a pizza tonight. Again.