Taz takes her home, walks her to the door, where she says she had a great time and plants a big, smacking kiss on his cheek, says “I hope we do this again sometime,” and shuts the door.īefore id can throw a fit, ego’s already jumping in. Superego is congratulating him on a date well done. He picks her up and gives her the flowers he bought. He’s groomed his fur and even put on a tie. He bought chocolates too, but id devoured those while superego wasn’t looking. He makes reservations at a nice restaurant. Id looks over at ego and says “He’s kidding, right?”Įgo, ever the realist, considers. “You can’t just take her out and expect to get lucky. Id grumbles but agrees to delay gratification and ego asks her out. Immediately his instincts kick in and Taz’s id says “Me want sex!”Īt this point his ego pipes in and says “Hey, hang on buddy, you can’t just throw down on the floor, you’ll probably get punched.
So let’s look at an example of how the id, ego, and superego work together. It’s not an outstanding piece of fiction, but I thought it was an amusing example, so I’m sharing it with you. I ultimately wrote a very brief flash fiction story to explain how Id (played by Taz), Ego (played by Velma from Scooby Doo), and Superego (played by Jimminy Cricket) work together to help Taz get laid.Īnd I used it in my lecture. And what did that information spark in my brain? A snarky, Katie MacAlister style spoof in which Freud stars as a sexually frustrated vampire. Freud was born in Moravia–in an area that’s now part of the Czech Republic. I did actually learn something new, or something I’d forgotten, as I was going through the book chapter for this lecture. But that doesn’t necessarily make it easier to discuss his theory of personality in a coherent manner. And while I can appreciate his contribution to modern psychology, I think he was mostly a product of his repressed Victorian Jewish upbringing–and probably was a dirty old man.
I mean, we talk about this man in ALMOST every psychology class I have ever had or taught. Part of it is that I simply know way too much about Freud and it’s hard to narrow down. I’m not sure why I’m having such trouble writing this one. This does not bode well and means I probably should come up and work this weekend, which I am less than enthused about. I should point out that I was supposed to write TWO lectures yesterday. My boss is supposed to be back today, so I’m jumping right in (well after this post) to try and finish the lecture on Freud I spent all yesterday working on. That and the fact that Daylight Savings Time STILL hasn’t gone away, it’s still pitch black when I get up, meaning it takes a while to actually get out of bed and get moving. The wiping of the paws after the dogs do their morning constitutional simply takes time. It is a truth universally acknowledged that I cannot get out the door of Casa De Paw Print (after all the rain and the perpetually soggy ground, this is the new name of my house) at a reasonable time.
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