The Correlation Coefficient formula
It terrifies me. Even just its general shape is painful to the eye – it’s all pointy and sharp. It’s like being in that one episode of Game of Thrones where they stabbed and sliced everyone to death with their swords and daggers… oh wait, that was every episode.
What was even more upsetting to me upon coming across this wee symbol of death in the biostatistics course I’m doing, was to learn that this messy bundle of numbers merely works out a relationship between x and y, and it can only be within the realm of 0, 0.25, 0.5, 0.75 and 1.
Which basically just suggests whether x and y have a strong, medium or weak relationship. What the hell! Why all the crazy symbols then?
And let me tell you, I really wish those two would just sort it out. I don’t want to have to mess around with this horrid formula every time you guys are having relationship problems! And really y, what are you doing going back to your x anyway? Can only lead to trouble.
That was a terrible pun, and I apologise – but I’ve been rendered incapable of sufficient wittiness by the imminent math anxiety bought on by the commencement of this statistics course.
Mathematical anxiety is a thing!
Seriously, I have researched it – and the Wikipedia article defines mathematical anxiety as:
“anxiety about one’s ability to do mathematics independent of skill.”
It turns out there is a plethora of info and studies about mathematical anxiety. I personally reckon mine stems from the way maths was taught when I was a child. We were taught what to do, but not why. I like to think that the way education has moved in New Zealand, the emphasis is more on why we need to find x, and not just how.
People who are mean about my enjoyment of vegetables
I just don’t really like to eat meat. For a variety of reasons, and I’m not even going to have a rant about it – and I don’t unless someone is insistent on getting all upset about the fact I don’t choose to eat animal products.
Which happens all the time.
I really don’t understand it, and it’s kinda offensive. If someone were to get all up in another someone’s face -unprovoked- for being religious, it would be considered inappropriate, and you would probably consider the person to be a bit of a dick. It’s their belief, and is likely important to them.
I eat like I give a fuck, and yet I won’t ever make a big deal of other people eating what they want – unless they challenge me first. Then it’s all on!
To explain, I am the only lady in the company – and therefore the office. I also live with two other dudes, which means that I can get through entire days without any contact whatsoever with another female – unless you count Bonnie the cat. Who I’m pretty sure hates me.
And mostly I really like it – we have fun, inappropriate comments flow freely and guys are generally easier to be around than girls.
But then one day when I realised that every time I go somewhere in a car I sit with my legs apart like a bloke called Bruce who is probably a builder, likes Metallica and prefers his hair short at the top and long at the back – I wondered, “am I forgetting that I’m a lady?”.
So naturally I listened to some Shania, because she too once forgot she was a lady… and have had ‘Man, I feel like a woman’ in my head for so long.
I’m not actually that perplexed about this at all. It is what it is.
That is all
So to sum it up, I am primarily perplexed about a formula of trickery, vegetable hatred and a Canadian country singer who quite frankly understands my feelings. Girlfriend deserves her fame!