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Interesting article over at the NYT on the potentially redeeming social implications of blushing. Who knew?
For those of us prone to blushing, it's hard to imagine there's anything good about this annoying tendency. As for me, a quickness to flush remains the last relic of the shyness of my youth; over the years, I've learned well how to be a professional extrovert, having grown up in theater and music, and I harbor no fear of public speaking or teaching. But in spite of all that, I can blush the hell out of myself when it's most inconvenient, e.g. when a hot dude walks into my bar. (Sigh. I have no game. Seriously.)
I even blush vicariously for other people, when I feel their embarrassment; it's ridiculous, and I'm the butt of jokes for it (ask anyone what "Paleta Payaso" means, and they'll tell you it's my red-faced nickname), but I can't do anything about it. So how lovely to read this little pop-sociology article that argues that blushing might be in fact not be such a bad thing, that it might, in fact, lead to fondness and camaraderie and social cohesion.
Charming little piece. Check it out.
Hold Your Head Up. A Blush Just Shows You Care. (NYT)