THE TESTOSTERONE IMPERATIVE

According to the results of this study, you women can go look at photos of flowers or faces or something because what we're looking at here is of no particular interest to you, but you guys: was it any surprise to be told that if you look at any living creature or photo thereof your eyes arrow in to check out the crotches? Not you, your eyes. Who told you you were in charge?

Science, as here embodied in one male and one female researcher, implies - unfairly in my opinion, you guys speak for yourselves - that guys are but pawns in the big game as all our lives we scrutinize any bifurcations in the vicinity, an additional implication being that we're all mere tools when it comes to a scan of our surroundings, that we're just fully dressed slabs of turgidifying meat with eyes on the front: hungry eyes, searching eyes, probing eyes poking everywhere so what should we care, we're not in command here anyway, until things reach a certain stage of repletion and our feeble form of native consciousness returns.

But by the same token, the scientist guy was distracted by all those subject crotches, and the woman scientist, like the women subjects, when she looks at something she doesn't look at all the key elements. Which makes their results questionable, to say the least.

They should have asked us, we could have told them. According to reality, for guys, it's a matter of competition; for women, it's a matter of surfeit. On the other hand, all the subjects were living in NYC, so that's a big "Aha!" right there. As for me, I'm not buying any product advertised on any major leaguer's pants. Unless of course they start accepting female players...