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Mating is a socio-genetic dog and pony show. You take the etiquette and customs of the day and combine them with the timeless physical fitness factor.
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Dude, totally my favorite subject! This topic totally sounds like the rants I used to engage in my TFP journal.
*cracks knuckles, cranks Jack in the Box handle on the side of his head*
The logic: Women want to mate with the "strong" one and nest with the "stable" one. It maximizes the fitness and survivability of their offspring as well as the fitness of their bank account and the contents of their refrigerator.
Admit it: What girl doesn't wanna screw (insert hot celebrity) and shack up with (insert rich old coot)? I argue that women that suggest otherwise are simply being sentimental, not logical. Why would they not want to have offspring with someone who has a superior body and live with someone who can provide them a cushy lifestyle that will maximize their future prospects. The bullshit answer is always "feelings" and that's okay with me. Humans overcome these impulses and find mates that please their higher needs such as those for companionship, something that isn't easily made qualitative.
This whole thread? Other species engage in it all the time. Monogamy, while good for tax purposes, is generally bad for evolution. Birds that "mate for life" are often found giving birth to chicks with all sorts of DNA. Back at the nest: While Humble Hank is off looking for juicy worms, Susie Snarky is speed-banging Raunchy Ralph for his genetic squirtings. Humble Hank doesn't know that she's double-dipping (or being double-dipped) and continues to provide the food and attention she needs while she gets a higher level of genetic material that means Hank Jr. doesn't have the same retarded tail feathers or snaggly beak that daddy does... it's all about the grass being greener in the other guy's sperm. Raunchy Ralph doesn't give a shit about anybody but himself (probably sucks at nest building and remembering to bring worms back for others), but he's successful in that nature made him bigger and stronger and more aggressive than the others... and thus he's way-super-hot in bird terms.
Math: Nature tells us that we want better, bigger, harder, stronger, faster... but those traits (whatever they are), when manifested in a potential mate, in all likelihood, equal a mate that won't stick around (...and why would they? They have more ass to chase!) and might even eat the kids one day when dinner is fifteen seconds late.
Dickheads rule: Evolution supports the self-centered human as the most self-centered man will probably be the most intelligent, most aggressive, make the cut above the highest amount of other males, mate with the most females, and other things like eat the biggest steak, drive the fastest car, and wipe his ass with the most expensive TP. It would seem individual survival is the best kind of survival, at least according to nature. It's the same philosophy they tout on airplanes regarding the emergency oxygen mask: Put your mask on first so you can help others aka SAVE YOURSELF.
Henry Rollins (oh-god-Crompsin-mentioned-him-again) repeatedly covers this topic in his books, speaking of the animal in man and how the swine of the crotch-sheathing two-step has simply been dressed up with the pearls of particular attitudes, behaviors, and social conventions. Humans don't have antlers to crack or tailfeathers to display... we have lame fist fights in high school and orange Mitsubishi Eclipses with turbos.
This of course is all my opinion without an ounce of research.
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How do you think all those ass-ugly guys in '80s hair bands got laid, anyway? Their charm? The make-up? Tight pants? No. They were narcissistic assholes and somehow women equate that with strength.
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Martian, this is why Ronny James Dio never got laid. He cared too much.
Last edited by Plan9; 06-25-2008 at 07:58 AM..
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