Redefining ecology through music. And drugs. And sexy moves. Definitely Internet’s high watermark for today.
“Morris suggested that the relative difficulty in achieving female orgasm, in comparison to the male’s, might be favorable in Darwinian evolution by leading the female to select mates who bear qualities like patience, care, imagination, intelligence, as opposed to qualities like size and aggression, which pertain to mate selection in other primates.”
And discover, you know, the deep end of the sea.
Read carefully. Emphasis mine:
“I spent most of my life in relationships with a 6 month shelf life, with guys who would without fail treat me like a goddess and fawn at me constantly. I was always the one to end it, and felt like a jerk because it always crushed them and they couldn’t understand why I didn’t want to be with them when they were so good to me. I couldn’t really understand it either - on paper, all those guys seemed great and if I told my problems to anyone they’d laugh at me (he writes me too much poetry!).
I just celebrated my 6th anniversary with a guy who calls me out when I’m being childish, who expects the same effort from my end as he’s willing to give from his, who stands up for what he wants and isn’t afraid to argue on behalf of it. I get treated like a princess every once in a while, but it’s rare enough that it doesn’t lose its meaning and I can reciprocate without feeling overwhelmed.”
Via Reddit.
“So you’re born, right? And not 30 minutes after you take that first breath of fresh air and monster piss you’ve been holding in for 9 months, you get this warm, round thing shoved in your face that is full of food and is tailor made for someone your current size and shape to be able to use without any instruction.
For the next year, all you need to do is yell out, and these perfect globes of engineering appear to appease you. Quite literally EVERYTHING you need to survive is provided by 2 godlike melons that are at your beck and call.
Suddenly, and quite arbitrarily, the greatest thing in the world is taken away. It becomes “uncouth” to cry and reach for breasts at the mall. From 3 until whenever-you-find-a-girlfriend, the world is full of your favorite things, heaving up and down like schooner rounding Cape Horn, and you are 100% powerless to do anything about it.
Worse still, around 10, still YEARS away from touching one yourself, you aren’t even allowed to look at the jiggly goodness without fear of getting labeled a pervert.
This is why men don’t cry and are emotionally distant. Having the only thing you want taken away, hidden, then brought back into your life with hundreds of rules and social mores governing your behavior around them is maddening.”
