HGH and GBS
April 28th 2010 08:46
Does the phrase 'buy human growth hormone' give you an odd feeling, a kind of shiver up and down your spine?
Supposedly HGH is produced by the brain, and the production slows up as you get older - around the age of 30. Those people who want to live forever, (and haven't obviously read George Bernard Shaw's warnings about such a desire in his long-winded and almost unstageable play, Back to Methuselah) are welcome to hot themselves up with supplements like this. I think I'll be content to go when I'm ready, sans HGH.
Reading about HGH on the site linked in the first paragraph is a bit creepy. There's a concern that some companies don't use proven ingredients - like, they're not human? The comment on this use of inferior products on the site is: 'this is life.' That doesn't exactly inspire. Another of their headings is: It's hard to find a good HGH and most of them are scams. Wonderful.
HGH sounds pretty much like snake oil in disguise to me. I wouldn't go near it (if I didn't already produce it myself!)
In the photo G B Shaw isn't shading his eyes from the sun; he's trying to see as far into the future as possible. I used to have the complete book of his plays, but a number of them were unreadable - and unperformable, I suspect. When he wrote well for the theatre, he wrote superbly (I just watched Pygmalion again the other night - the movie version of the play, starring Wendy Hiller, and it's great) but I remember going to see Major Barbara years ago, and it was....dull.
He had a high opinion of himself and his genius. There's no doubt he had a streak of genius in him, but I think he got sidetracked too often by peculiar theories and ideas and notions which he took on board and then tried to sell to the world. The world, I'm afraid, wasn't listening.
Reading about HGH on the site linked in the first paragraph is a bit creepy. There's a concern that some companies don't use proven ingredients - like, they're not human? The comment on this use of inferior products on the site is: 'this is life.' That doesn't exactly inspire. Another of their headings is: It's hard to find a good HGH and most of them are scams. Wonderful.
HGH sounds pretty much like snake oil in disguise to me. I wouldn't go near it (if I didn't already produce it myself!)
In the photo G B Shaw isn't shading his eyes from the sun; he's trying to see as far into the future as possible. I used to have the complete book of his plays, but a number of them were unreadable - and unperformable, I suspect. When he wrote well for the theatre, he wrote superbly (I just watched Pygmalion again the other night - the movie version of the play, starring Wendy Hiller, and it's great) but I remember going to see Major Barbara years ago, and it was....dull.
He had a high opinion of himself and his genius. There's no doubt he had a streak of genius in him, but I think he got sidetracked too often by peculiar theories and ideas and notions which he took on board and then tried to sell to the world. The world, I'm afraid, wasn't listening.
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