Every high school’s biology teacher five minutes after being caught on “To Catch a Predator”

So some idiot decided that being exposed to a “complainer” can damage brainal neurons (and yes brainal‘s a word—if you can spell it, it’s a word, moron). Really? Then I guess those guys at Geek Squad must be drooling, shuffling imbeciles by now.

Do you hate it when people complain? It turns out there’s a good reason: Listening to too much complaining is bad for your brain in multiple ways, according to Trevor Blake, a serial entrepreneur and author of Three Simple Steps: A Map to Success in Business and Life. In the book, he describes how neuroscientists have learned to measure brain activity when faced with various stimuli, including a long gripe session.”

“The brain works more like a muscle than we thought,” Blake says. “So if you’re pinned in a corner for too long listening to someone being negative, you’re more likely to behave that way as well.”

Even worse, being exposed to too much complaining can actually make you dumb. Research shows that exposure to 30 minutes or more of negativity–including viewing such material on TV–actually peels away neurons in the brain’s hippocampus. “That’s the part of your brain you need for problem solving,” he says. “Basically, it turns your brain to mush.”

That is the stupidest thing I’ve ever—who is this guy? Trevor? Parents still name their kids Trevor? What, Skip and Brad were already taken at the boutique where WASP parents select names guaranteed to get the crap kicked out of their little bundles of unfrozen sperm for years to come? Can anyone get something published these days? Who would actually slap a credit card down to pay for this random arrangement of syllables?

I bet people laugh at this guy behind his back at his office (assuming he has a real job). This is science? Does he also work part time at the Creation Museum cafeteria? So some doofus got a headache after listening to his girlfriend tell him that his mullet was too 1980s for the 181st time and suddenly TREVOR’s got empirical—no, no, that’s anecdotal evidence, flathead. Step away from Grand Theft Auto for five minutes and read a book that doesn’t have pictures.

And I love his personal title: “serial entrepreneur”—what, serial killer wasn’t working for you, Trev? “Three Simple Steps”—yeah I bet they’re simple. You have to use small words, don’t you? Wouldn’t want to confuse the twits who agreed to put your “thesis” between covers, would we?

Between that Malcolm Gadfly and his Nobel Prize–winningly original “You have to work hard and be lucky” theory of “Americans will buy anything that references the Beatles enough times” and Rich Dad, Dope Dad’s “gobble up foreclosed-on properties and resell them for more than you paid” school of “Ya think?”, nonfiction in the U.S. has become a repository for any unemployed barista (Italian for “Daddy spent my college money on crystal meth”) who can cut and paste 85,000 words into a Word document.

Isn’t it patently obvious that complainers point out in no uncertain terms when things are broken and need fixing—now!—thus motivating the fixers and innovators to get off their fat behinds and start fixing and innovating? The venter may not necessarily have a solution—which renders the inventor indispensible—but that does not mean there isn’t a problem to be solved!

The rant of the complainer is the seed of true progress!

And another thing—