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This is the first study of its kind to look at weed and oxytocin, and on a serious note, looking into this further could help scientists know more about oxytocin and social impairments, like autism, and potentially develop new methods to tackle symptoms of autism.

Praise be, stoners. This may add much needed weight to the decriminalisation argument. Researchers at the University of California have discovered the link between the “love” or “hug” hormone (oxytocin) and the effect of marijuana on human behaviour that improves interpersonal bonding. Oxytocin triggers the release of a chemical called the “bliss molecule” (or anandamide), which helps to activate brain receptors and increase happiness and motivation. Testing this with animals showed that mice which were given the marijuana, which stops anandamide deterioration, reacted as they enjoyed spending time with their mice mates much more, than mice that were served with a placebo drug.

What do hugs and weed have in common? Well, both either make you feel comfortable or earth-shatteringly anxious. Sometimes, mood dependent, they make you pretty horny. But apparently they could have the ability to make you bond with people. Like make real connections maaaan.

Want to get close and personal with someone? A new study shows a link between oxytocin and THC improves interpersonal bonding

I’m not sure if I bond much with people when I smoke weed, or that I’ve seen much evidence of it either. Whenever I get stoned, or walk into a living room of people smoking and hanging out, I’m more freaked than friendly. Maybe I’m smoking the wrong weed. Maybe I’m hanging out with the wrong people.

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Did you know that weed grew rampantly in Brooklyn until the Narc squad ruined all the fun? According to this really interesting article on WNYC.org titled When Weed Grew Wild in Williamsburg:

When I was in high school, I wrote a paper arguing that if alcohol is legal, weed should also be legal. Kudos to my teacher at Townsend Harris HS who let me read the paper in its entirety. No one ever overdosed on weed, I told the wide-eyed students in my sophomore debate class. Weed doesn’t cause cirrhosis, like alcohol does, nor are there life threatening withdrawal symptoms associated with quitting. Alcohol withdrawal can be deadly, I said. Then we would go after school to Cunningham Park and drink forties until we were sick. Alcohol was our gateway drug – not pot.

There was a HUGE marijuana crackdown in New York in 1951. At the time, weed grew everywhere, with seven foot high plants sprouting in fields from Williamsburg to Cobble Hill to East New York.

I love that this past Super Bowl was the WEED BOWL. I love that it’s becoming less taboo to talk about loving weed (to my parents) and I love that many states are decrimilizing it. I love that Obama loves weed (well not really but he recognized that, “Middle-class kids don’t get locked up for smoking pot, and poor kids do.”) That people have lived entire lifetimes in jail because of a plant, a medicinal herb, is what is really criminal.

In fact, weed nearly saved my life. As a teenager, like many other young women, I had suffered from anorexia. It wasn’t a joke. Then I started smoking weed. Well that cleared it all up. The munchies were stronger than my horrible self image, my thinning hair grew back and I got my missing period again! Thank you weed.