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July
8, 2007
Born to
Sag
Banana
Boobs as Darwin's Clock
by Fred Reed
Oh god, the endless, thumping, hope-draining,
drab, repetitive soul-crushing tiresomeness of it.
I find in Psychology Today a piece called
"Ten Politically Incorrect Truths about Human
Nature," explaining various aspects of behavior in
Darwinian terms.* The smugness of that "politically
incorrect" is characteristic of those who want a
sense of adventure without risk. Nothing is more PC
than an evolutionary explanation, unless it
explains obvious racial differences that we aren't
supposed to talk about.
OK, the authors are going to explain why we mate
as we do.
"Blue-eyed people," they write, "are considered
attractive as potential mates because it is easiest
to determine whether they are interested in us or
not."
Or, as the authors explain, men like blue eyes
because, since eyes dilate when the owner is
interested in something, in this case getting laid,
and since blue eyes better show a large pupil, then
men will know when the woman is interested. This
produces more children.
Ponder the solemn fatuity of this. Does any
reader over the age of thirteen believe that women
with any sort of eyes have trouble letting a man
know when they are interested? The authors need to
get out more.
Why is this sort of story-telling so widely
engaged in when an alert porcupine would reject it?
Because it is PC. As a fellow I see on the internet
said in another context, "This is a stretch and
illustrates how easy it is to believe what fits
your world view." Yep. The authors would find an
evolutionary explanation for a loose doorknob.
To be fair, the greater reproductive success of
the blue-eyed does explain why they predominate
around the planet, with the exception of small
population pools such as China, Africa, the Arab
world, Southern Europe, Japan, India, Mexico,
Pakistan, Afghanistan, and South and Central
America. It's because men in all those dark-eyed,
under-populated places can't tell when women are
interested.
Next: The authors say that blonde hair evolved
because it loses its luster with age, and turns
brown, therefore signaling to a man that the woman
is too old to have healthy offspring. That is, it
has the evolutionary advantage of keeping its
possessors from having many children.
This would seem to indicate that blondes evolved
after the invention of shampoo, since the hair of
women who never bathe is presumably something short
of lustrous. Doubtless men married to blondes --
marriage after all seems to be something of a
pattern -- stop boinking them when their hair
dulls, while men married to brunettes keep at it,
producing the huge swarms of dying, defective kids
that one usually sees in China, Mexico
.
Again, note the complacent absurdity. Do you
have difficulty distinguishing between brunettes of
15, 25, 35, 45, and 55, despite dentistry, hair
conditioners, and facial creams? But not with
blondes, right?
Say the authors, blondeness evolved in
Scandinavia because women were covered with clothes
and, without hair-luster as a signal of age, men
couldn't tell how old they were. This explains why
so many young Eskimo men mate with grandmothers:
They just can't tell.
Does this make any sense at all? It implies,
among other things, that young men can't ask
someone. People advanced enough to wear clothes are
advanced enough to talk. Do you really suppose that
Eskimo boys can't tell the age of village girls
they grew up with? That the same cues as to age
that I effortlessly read daily in dark-eyed Mexican
women, who characteristically wear clothes, are
invisible to Eskimo swains?
Next, breasts. The authors assert that men like
big-titted women because big ones sag at an early
age, warning the men that the gal is too old to
have healthy progeny. This is wonderfully silly. I
know all manner of breasty women who don't sag,
because they wear bras, and I can tell how old they
are. Again, if big hooters discouraged further
reproduction, the evolutionary benefit to the woman
would seem exiguous, and big boobs ought to
vanish.
An unstated but fairly apparent assumption
underlying most discussions of the subject is that
mating is entirely physical. The man takes the
woman with the biggest tits and bluest eyes and the
most of whatever characteristic is currently
thought evolutionarily desirable. Perhaps this
could be demonstrated with oxen. It isn't what I
see among people.
Rather men seem to want a woman who is
reasonably cute, not fat and, by whatever the
standards of the particular man, likeable.
Conducing to the latter condition are (depending on
the man) brains, sense of humor, a minimum of
bitchiness, and being a decent human being.
With the exception of brains, these are not
evolutionarily respectable categories. Yet, in my
experience, bright, vivacious, good-humored,
dark-haired and small-bazoomed easily trumps the
reverse qualities.
In general, a difficulty with grasping the
evolutionary logic here that of knowing whether
evolution is thought to apply to the civilized. It
doesn't seem to, quite. For example, one may read
in numerous sources that mankind, having left
Africa, moved to colder climes and evolved greater
intelligence to deal with the problems of survival
in cold places. (Obviously they would have to go
north to get smart since, if they already were,
they wouldn't go. Who wants to live in four feet of
snow?) The implication is that intelligence
increases fitness and should lead to the production
of more offspring.
But what one sees today is rapid growth of the
population of the supposedly least intelligent,
namely black Africans, and the extremely low rate
of reproduction of the most intelligent, namely
Jews. Within populations, the bright have fewer
children than the dull, and whole populations of
the heretofore fit, for example Japanese, Germans,
Spaniards, Russians, and Italians, are rapidly
diminishing. If fitness is measured by reproductive
abundance, then their fitness has diminished
mightily in a few decades.
Is intelligence not a constituent of fitness? Or
has natural selection stopped -- assuming, or
course, that it worked up to some point? If so,
why? When did it stop? Or is something entirely
else going on?
To force mating into the mold of reductionist
fitness-shopping, it is necessary to connect beauty
and sexual attractiveness with fitness. This is
easily done by making up stories. I can do it by
the hour: Wide-set eyes improve depth perception
and prevent death when jumping about on high rocks.
Long lashes prevent dust blindness in windy
regions. Pretty, even teeth cut food more
efficiently, avoiding the metabolic burden of
inefficient chewing which, in time of famine, would
lead to starvation. Ready laughter clears the lungs
and avoids pneumonia. Shiny blonde hair reflects
sunlight better and makes it easier for men to find
fertile women at a distance.
But it reeks of improvisation, of beginning with
a conclusion and putty-knifing the logic. I think
of those millions of pitiful Chinese women, sobbing
quietly in corners, "Oh, how can I let him know I'm
interested when I have these horrible dark eyes?
Maybe I can write him a letter
."
*Here,
By Alan S. Miller and Satoshi Kanazawa
Reed
Archive
Copyright 2007 by Fred Reed and reproduced here by
permission of the author.
About
the Author (by the author):
Fred Reed is a Marine combat veteran, police
reporter, amateur biochemist, former long-haul
hitchhiker, and part-time sociopath living in
Mexico. Fred, a keyboard mercenary with a
disorganized past, has worked on staff for Army
Times, The Washingtonian, Soldier of Fortune,
Federal Computer Week, and The Washington
Times. He has been published in Playboy,
Soldier of Fortune, The Wall Street Journal, The
Washington Post, Harper's, National Review, Signal,
Air&Space, and suchlike. He has worked as a
police writer, technology editor, military
specialist, and authority on mercenary soldiers. He
is by all accounts as looney as a tune.
Visit the "Fred
on Everything" website to read his previous
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The essays in A Brass Pole in
Bangkok, are sometimes wildly funny,
sometimes deadly serious, always merciless
in their unmasking of the pretenses and
charlatans of society. Fred, a former
Marine, subscribes to no ideology ("an
ideology is just a systematic way of
misunderstanding the world") but
exuberantly wreaks havoc on practically
everything, and delights in everything
else: the psychotherapy swindle, squalling
feminists, race racketeers, damn fool
wars, red-light districts in Asia, and
tequila fests in Mexico, where he
lives.
A
Brass Pole in Bangkok: A Thing I Aspire To
Be, by Fred Reed
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