"work day-dream"

[Guest Risk]

WORK DAY-DREAM

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It wouldn't make much sense to start rambling on about hazardous work sites without illustrating how easily men can be influenced by women's affection or neglect.

For example, feminists have successfully argued that men's lust for thin female bodies has resulted in some extreme cases of fatal anorexia among women.

 

A duplicate experience for men could be how women's appetite for money has resulted in some extreme cases of fatal accidents in the work place among male employees.

 

 

In my opinion, both points are valid.

The trouble is, only women's views have achieved public recognition.

 

With an hour to kill on my lunch break, I casually stroll through the brightly-lit corridors of the shopping mall.

As I look around, it occurs to me that I could easily spend the rest of my life without ever needing a good 95% of the items sold in this place.

Yet everywhere I look it's mostly women snapping things up left right and center.

I can't imagine what that form of craving must feel like.

These people seem to have expectations beyond my wildest dreams.

I buy lunch, set down my tray, and dig in.

 

While eating, I pause to consider the invisible forces at work all around me.

In order for this standard living to exist, it stands to reason that somebody would have to pay the bills.

Christ, it would take years to pay for all of this.

Why would anyone want to do that?

 

In a job like mine, about the only way to make that much money is to cut corners and do things quickly.

That means ignoring vital safety procedures while taking calculated risks within a very slim margin of error.

Sooner or later you're bound to make a mistake, and that's when serious accidents happen.

 

So why would anyone want to put themselves in that much danger?

Pondering the hidden forces compelling men to take dangerous jobs for more pay takes me back to my own experience. It started in high school.

 

There I was, this skinny, ugly, poor kid from a broken home trying to fit into the crowd.

The first thing I noticed was that most of the girls around me were drop-dead gorgeous.

They were the physical embodiment of heaven in my world of loneliness and it soon became apparent that they were completely out of reach.

 

These girls seemed to gravitate toward older boys with good looks, muscle, fighting ability, money, a car, popularity status, or some combination of success potential.

They went through an available selection of boys like Baskin Robins ice cream flavors. In the fierce competition for female approval, only the strongest males broke ground.

 

I was not so fortunate.

Allow me to list of the following defects I took to school every day; frizzy tangled hair, zits, crooked ugly teeth, bad breath, skinny arms and legs, hopelessly out of style clothing, and five pubic hairs to speak of.

In other words, weak, frail, and ugly as sin.

I was diagnosed with posttraumatic stress disorder and petrified of violence most of the time, so being a tough guy was out of the question.

I didn't have a car, money, or popularity status.

I wasn't a jock or a rich kid, and lousy grades implied that I wasn't too brilliant.

I suppose music could've been an option, if only I chose to play something else instead of drums.

A guitar is portable enough to lug around, but drums require a vehicle.

So much for being a starving musician with success potential.

About all I could do right was play the class clown by annoying the teacher for the amusement of other classmates.

The teachers didn't like it much, but at least it persuaded the other students not to pound the crap out of me after school every day.

I got plenty of beatings from my older brother at home, so I really didn't need any more at school. Apart from that, my presence was relatively insignificant.

But my relative insignificance couldn't have been summed up any better than the day I walked through the high school parking lot.

 

There he was. The tough guy with the black leather jacket sitting in his supped- up green Plymouth Duster, receiving oral sex from the pretty girl in math class. She looked up at me, spit out, told me to "f___-off", and quite casually bent down to finish the job.

I may as well have been a passing squirrel for all she cared. As I got older, I pretty much lost any hope of being in a relationship with a woman.

The message of my youth was "access denied", and I felt left alone to live and die in the dark.

At least my dismal financial situation guaranteed that I'd be too preoccupied with survival to afford the luxury of wondering when someone might take an interest in me.

 

However, I did notice one thing; it seemed that most of the guys who paired up with attractive women were reasonably good looking themselves, and there were very few exceptions to this rule.

But the point was made far more eloquently by a behavioral research study once I heard about.

 

Apparently, this psychology professor used a hidden video camera to study how people were treated differently according to their appearance.

Two specific males were selected to participate in the experiment, and a lecture hall of full time students became the laboratory.

 

Both males were identical in every respect ranging from body build, height, eye color, personality profiles, success potential, you name it.

The only difference?

Jack possessed handsome facial features, while John was rather homely.

 

On Mondays and Wednesdays Jack would attend classes, while Tuesdays and Thursdays John would show up.

The two were never seen together.

 

About three weeks into the course, an obvious pattern began to emerge.

Proximity ranges between Jack and other female colleagues drew closer, while John was kept at a distance.

Some women engaged in subtle physical contact such as touching Jack's shoulder or arm. Occasionally someone would pat him on the rear or play with his hair.

 

Eventually Jack was invited to a party with some of the women, and became quite popular with the group.

Their fascination with him formed at least one inescapable conclusion.

Jack could potentially have a relationship with one or more of these women while John remained in the "let's just be friends" category.

 

One morning, the professor asked the class if any one thought they might be capable of treating or mistreating people based on physical appearance.

 

Some men rejected the possibility while others openly discussed their preferences, much to the scorn of many female colleagues.

 

The women adamantly denied susceptibility to such "shallow" behavior.

 

At that point, the professor plopped a tape into a VCR and began playing footage from the hidden camera.

Despite obvious resistance, the women could not dispute the resulting footage.

 

Or so I thought.

For the next hour or so, discussions centered around various personality traits which seemed to make Jack more attractive than John.

Neither Jack nor John were in the room to contest these evaluations.

 

"Jack is more intelligent, funny, outgoing, positive, has more strength of character, moral fiber, etc."

That's when the bomb fell.

 

John stepped into the front of the class and began peeling the latex makeup from his face to reveal another identity; he was also Jack.

You could've heard a pin drop.

 

Within minutes, these women invented a new strategy.

They now insisted that "John" behaved more poorly than "Jack" because he knew he "appeared" ugly and felt insecure about his features.

 

I honestly had to wonder if there might be a school of evasive answers somewhere I didn't know about.

But at least I got the straight goods on a problem I've dealt with most of my life.

 

It made cheap character assassinations a lot easier to ignore, while shedding new light on women's "moral superiority".

 

Another glimpse of women's desire for good looking men came from my job as a taxi driver.

The privilege of being a fly on the wall offered many opportunities to study female behavior up close and personal.

 

As far as these women were concerned, I was a non-person whom they weren't going to see again so they weren't too concerned with what I overheard.

I may as well have been part of the steering wheel to them and judging from the gossip, they obviously preferred good-looking men.

 

From that point on, physical appearance became a priority that clouded my awareness of other factors I should have paid more attention to.

Looking back on my twenties, I recall how women expressed more of an interest in me when I was gainfully employed, but no interest when I was out of work.

 

Whether it was cab driving or video production, the quality of women's attention was directly proportional to the amount of money I made or success potential I appeared to have.

The trouble was, living in a frail and ugly body every day of my life obscured my understanding of how money factored into the equation.

Thinking it was all about looks, my introspection was limited to questions like; "Why is she watching at me that way? How come she decided to stay with me after the meeting to help me work on a few extra details? Why did she call me at home only to show up looking like something off the cover of cosmopolitan magazine? Why is she making herself more available? Why is she rubbing her breast against my arm? Hey! Did she just put her hand on my thigh?" Incredibly naive as I was, I made a point of studying the way I looked with hopes of another engagement.

Was it my hair? My cologne? mouthwash? The right clothing? What? I tried desperately to understand what women found attractive, and made every attempt to resemble that image. By my late twenties, I went on an all out military campaign to change my appearance. First on the list were my teeth.

They were a combination of fangs and bucks that made me look like Dracula's ugly brother.

The high price tag put braces out of reach, so I got them pulled out and settled for a fixed bridge of straight teeth.

Then I studied clothing.

I went to just about every shopping mall in Ottawa looking for the right combination to match my profile, and finally settled for an outfit that worked.

Then came weight training.

With the dedication of an NHL hockey player, I pumped iron until I was blue in the face.

I kept it up through the winter and by late spring, I looked pretty good.

It didn't change my personality much, though.

I still felt the same as before, only now I looked better.

But as much as I hoped it would happen, I was still overwhelmed by the degree to which women responded to my new appearance.

I lost count of how often they gyrated their heads in my direction as I walked down the street or made physical contact with me.

I was more than flattered.

So when am I going to be in a relationship, I wondered? The answer eluded me.

I couldn't understand why I was still being left out.

It seemed like the only domain in which I could work as hard as it's humanly possible with little or no reward. Almost by accident, I picked up a copy of Warren Farrell's book entitled "Why Men Are the Way They Are".

I finally got the answer I could never figure out on my own; yes I have to look good, but good looks alone aren't enough.

I also need a steady income, or possess some form of income potential.

That's when it hit me full force.

I felt hurt.

I couldn't understand why after playing fairly by every rule, I still wasn't considered worthy of a partner.

Even if I'm just as attractive as her or more, I'm still expected to provide access to material wealth.

But with no intention of having any kids of my own, this particular expectation seemed to raise a few questions; * If we each make the same income and both of us don't want to have to any kids, why am I still obligated to pay for her dinner, drinks, and cab fare? * With the prospect of kids out of the picture, how come she still expects me to perform the old fashioned role of "Breadwinner"? * When it's clearly not for "the kid's sake", just exactly what am I paying for? Her company? If so, isn't she really just another form of hooker? * When a vasectomy eliminates the likelihood of pregnancy, and regular checkups rule out any threat of disease, how come she still regards my sex as something to be compensated for by means of payment? Or is this just a clever method of keeping me one step beneath her? * If she wants an equality based relationship but still expects me to pay, how can we ever be truly equal? Paying may seem like the only option to most men, but for me it feels like a socially imposed mandate with absolutely no relevance to my situation.

When financial security remains a prerequisite for women's love, the very foundation for love is flawed.

Some people might argue that my love is conditional because I prefer attractive women.

What's missing from their reproach is something I found out the hard way after improving my own appearance; any woman who prefers good looking men has the same conditions for physical attraction as I do.

Her desire for Brad Pitt is no better than my desire for Demi Moore.

But because everyone's bought the line that her sex is worth so much more, she can insist on being paid for. Throw in a selection of men who practically wait in line to comply with her demands while feeling grateful for any scraps of affection she may toss down, and we now have the perfect incentive for my immediate replacement.

The moment I refuse to pay, she'll drop me and find someone else within an hour.

Personally, I can't imagine what it's like to have a woman pay for me.

All I want is what I'm willing to give and that means my sex should be worth hers, not less.

I don't know why so many people have trouble with this concept.

Maybe I should call the credit bureau and ask them how I ended up with an outstanding debt to every woman I go out with.

Did my parents owe her family money? The foreman nudges my arm and shows me his watch.

Ten after one. Shit! I scramble to my feet and we head for the elevator. My ears pop as we reach the top floor of a high rise building in downtown Vancouver. Time for the chair drop. It's windy up here on the roof. Nice view of the mountains. I suit up in rain gear, put on my safety harness, and walk to the south edge of the building. Just for fun, I spit over the side and time how long it takes to hit the bottom. Half a minute later, it vanishes.

Thirty six floors off the ground, I climb over the edge and step on a piece of wood suspended from a single rope, four cables, and a Sky Genie. A patch of carpet keeps the ropes from getting cut by the concrete, and the wood swings while I manage to get my feet through the cables. I'm now firmly seated the Boson chair with my safety harness attached to a second rope. The foreman hands me the gun and we're ready to rock and roll. It's a bit like sandblasting, only with water. The process is called pressure washing and it's about the most effective way to clean concrete. A dirt digger tip kicks out twenty five hundred PSI of water to remove a layer of sand from the wall. Chunks fly everywhere including my eyes, and the water pressure can easily cut through the ropes. Needless to say, I have to be careful. It's real loud too so unless I want to go deaf, I better wear ear plugs. Making even strokes is tricky, so I hook my feet underneath the balcony to avoid getting pushed off the wall by the water pressure. The guy beside me is junk sick from heroin, but he's giving it his best shot. Halfway down, my throat starts getting sore. Nobody bothered to tell us about the caustic soda chemical we were all breathing in. After the drop, I'm completely drenched and have to piss real bad. Three hours in a seated position didn't help any. We pull cables, grab our gear, and pile into the swing-stage for the trip back up. The weight limit is exceeded by two extra crewmen and support cables strain under the load. The name of the game is "make a lot of money fast", so we ignore critical safety regulations.

With bills to pay, we can't afford take our time. I've been thinking a lot about these men and their limited options of finding companionship. Every one of them needs and deserves love. But these men learned a long time ago that the only guarantee of female approval comes from making as much money as they possibly can. Many of them aren't smart enough to find profitable employment in a safe environment, so they end up on job sites that come within inches of their lives eight hours a day. No wonder they get killed and injured so often. Without money, there's no love and without proper education for a high paying job in a safe environment, hazardous work is the only job that pays. It's also their only real chance at finding companionship. But if that wasn't bad enough, powerful feminist lobby groups attack these men around the clock. Polluting men's need for love by depicting them as evil pours out of the media every day.

It's in newspapers, radio, women's self help books, the Internet, and just about everywhere else you could possibly stumble across.

Personally, I don't know any evil men.

Most of the poor slobs I've met wouldn't dream of hurting women.

They're just lonely people who need and deserve love in a dangerous and scary world. I wish a couple of these feminist lobbyists would join me on a thirty six-floor chair drop for a day.

I'd gladly show them the ropes.

 

 

Shawn

[Guest Risk]

You kinda feel for the guy who wrote this.  He seems like an okay guy.

[Guest]

I dunno, he just sounds pathetic to me. So do the women he dates.

[Guest kkktookmybabyaway]

Damn, all my work day-dreams consist of are of me killing the dipsh*ts I have to supervise.

[Guest Risk]

I dunno, he just sounds pathetic to me. So do the women he dates.

Well, he does make some really great points.

[Guest]

What, that humans are attracted to power? Gee, that's a revelation.

[Guest Risk]

That seems pretty callus to write off everything he said, in just one sentence.

[Guest]

I don't see how his bitching and whining and self-pity adds to it, but whatever blows up your skirt, I suppose.

[Guest Risk]

Why is he whinning and bitching?  Because he is telling the truth?  Everything he says makes perfect sense.

[Guest]

It may make sense, but it isn't profound; it's mundane, dull, and obvious, and it's set in the context of a childish, hypocritical, self-pitying screed.

The tough guy with the black leather jacket sitting in his supped- up green Plymouth Duster, receiving oral sex from the pretty girl in math class. She looked up at me, spit out, told me to "f___-off", and quite casually bent down to finish the job.

I may as well have been a passing squirrel for all she cared. As I got older, I pretty much lost any hope of being in a relationship with a woman.

What the hell did he expect? "Hey, strip and join us?" Why didn't he fuck off himself, without waiting to be told? Cripes.

I have no patience for people like this. Zero. Zip. Nada. If you can't get a date it's your own damn fault. Yeah, women like guys with money. Guys like women with looks. And vice versa for both. We want relationships with people we can value and worldly success is a nice, quick, and reliable affirmation of value. People who have jobs tend to have skills; people who have highly-paid jobs tend to have valuable skills. I'm not in any way saying that it's right for women to force men to spend money on them, in fact I think it's pathetic and reprehensible, but dating a guy with money is hardly a crime, nor is it inherently base. Judging a guy by his looks and his wallet may be a quick and dirty assessment, but it's not a bad indicator as these things go. If you want to prove you're a good deal, look it and act it. But for chrissakes don't whine and bitch and moan if you're passed over. It happens to everyone. It's even happened to me, but I don't bitch about it, and I don't hate the girl who says "No thanks" when I ask her out. I think about it, I mull it over, and I figure out what I can do better next time.

And no one "deserves" love. You're not entitled to it. You look for the right person and you fucking well earn it.

[Guest Frank Zappa Mask]

<<<And no one "deserves" love. You're not entitled to it.>>>

 

-From a personal, metaphysical standpoint, this is as about as wrong a statement as I can find.  Everyone has the ability to love, and everyone deserves love.  Who are you to say someone doesn't deserve love?  Yes, society is a place where the effort you put in will equal the results, but society is not some perfect place where this applies 100% of the time.  I simple wonder why you can't have any sympathy for anyone who doesn't fit up to your high-and-mighty view of the world.  Try putting yourself in the position of someone who, no matter how hard they try, is constantly stuck in the same position because the people "above" him in society consider him invisible and not worthy of simple human considerations such as love or hope.  It's real easy to be callous in order to make yourself feel good......

 

P.S  I'm still waiting to read of your time living in the Middle East...

[Guest]

Your problem, Chris, is that you like to pretend you're full to the brim of the milk of human kindness but you're utterly incapable of follow-through. Tell you what. I know a very nice girl living in Wyoming (she's my former ice-skating instructor's daughter) and she hasn't had a date for something like eight years now. I can tell you from first-hand experience that she's sweet, intelligent, and very, very lonely. I'm extremely fond of her.

She also has minor nervous-system damage that prevents her from speaking without a slur and she weighs about 400 lbs. She's also confined to a wheelchair because of her severe diabetes. I'd like you to fly out to Wyoming and take her to dinner.

This girl was a promising skater before the onset of her disease, and she worked with handicapped children (seriously. I saw her) for several hours a week while making her way through college. She's trilingual and well-read, and she's taking a correspondence course for a graduate degree. She deserves love if anyone does.

Will you do it?

 

It's easy to say something whiny like "we all deserve love," but the fact is that not all of us do. Some people are dumb. Some people are pathetic losers. Some people are vindictive bastards. Some people are hypocritical passive-aggressive control freaks. It isn't my responsibility to make you feel good about yourself. It wasn't the responsibility of that pretty girl from math to shore up this scumbag's insecurities. No one has a responsibility to date someone just because he feels he's "loveable," whatever the fuck that means. I suppose Osama bin Laden just needs a little love and attention too.

 

Blow it out your fucking ear.

[Guest big Dante Cruz]

Alright, you're going to take that side, I'll have you play yourself.

 

I have a friend that lives in Tallahasee.  The guy is twenty five and in good shape, smart, great musician and fairly handsome, so everyone in the world has told him.  So, why hasn't he had a relationship... ever?

 

Hmmm?

[Guest]

Wrong gender. And I'm getting married next year.

[Guest]

Chris, the post you requested re: Moslem anti-Western sentiment is up. Here you go.

[Guest Risk]

Ugh.  Every thread I start in this folder ends in bickering and name calling.

[Guest]

Sorry...

[Guest Risk]

S'okay.  

 

Off-topic: Why don't I ever see you in the WW(F)E folder, Marney?  Or are you more a fan of the indies and/or Puro?  Just wondering.  Later.

[Guest]

I hate wrestling. <g> I only come here because Tom's lucky enough to know me offline.

[Guest DrTom]

"I only come here because Tom's lucky enough to know me offline."

 

And I (hack) count my (hack) blessings (~cough!~) every day, lemme tell ya.

 

Actually, Risk, I referred Marney here for a few threads I thought might interest her.  Considering this is ostensibly a wrestling forum, I was very surprised she signed up and became something of a regular.

[Guest]

You love me and you know it.

[Guest Risk]

Wow.  Tom and Marney would make a great couple!  AHAHAHAHAHA!....ahem...yeah...I'll shut up now.

[Guest]

Bite your tongue, Risk. Bite your tongue.

[Guest Risk]

Just messin' with ya.

[Guest imajackoff?]

Sort of keeping with the same topic is a tidbit that I bring up whenever my female friends start bitching about how superficial men are.  

 

Throughout my 30 years on this tainted orb Ive noticed almost on a daily basis that a good to average looking guy would be with a majorly overweight female.  Skinny, good looking guy+ big fat gal=happy couple.  Let's flip the coin.  I can count on one hand the times Ive seen an overweight guy with a skinny good looking to average woman.  Big fat guy+skinny good looking gal=never fucking happens.

 

why is that???

[Guest Risk]

Guys don't get enough female sex, which, IMO, is why the world is so violent.

[Guest]

Y'all don't deserve it...

[Guest Risk]

I agree.  Except replace "don't" with "sure as hell do."  IMO, a guy's nature is violent.  Very feline/canine like.  When two males see a girl, they will fight over her, whether or not she wants them.  The winner will stalk her, at first she is hesitant, then she relents.  But the male still remains violent, mounting the female until he doesn't feel the "urge" anymore.  Doesn't seem very right, but if you aren't religious then "right" and "wrong" don't exist, both are debatable.

 

IMO, sex is never calm, it is always wild and sometimes violent.  It is the action of creation, Father Sky, Ouranus, destroying parts of Mother Earth, Gaia, before fertilizing her with his rain.  Love, IMO, is the unity of these two genders, trying to help the other.  Wolves and wolf descent dogs can show this love.  It can never be said that female canines don't enjoy the companionship of males, they protect the children, while most dogs don't give a damn about children.  

 

So, who is evil?  The children of Adam or Eve?  Neither.  Sex, whether we want to admit it or not, IS violent, it could be why males are USUALLY the ones who compete in fighting sports.  The nature of women is not fully that of a submissive, FAR from it.  Ever wonder why guys like catfights?  I believe it is genetic memory when even females would battle each other, after which culminated in sex with males.

 

When a gender is in heat, they can be, and usually are, violent.  Males are always in heat, which could be why they are so violent compared to females.  But the need for a female to breed is powerful indeed, maybe as powerful as the male sexual desire.  This would be their time to fight, to weed out the weak from the strong.  We are all more animalistic than we would like to think.  We are born into violence, and we eventually become a part of it.

[Guest J*ingus]

Gawd, I disagree so strongly with so much of what you just said, I don't even know where to start.  

 

"When two males see a girl, they will fight over her, whether or not she wants them."

 

Uh, no.  That assumes that male humans have NO control over their own instincts or emotions, which is wrong.  And where would homosexuals, who aren't attracted to women at all, fit into this equation?  

 

"The winner will stalk her, at first she is hesitant, then she relents."  

 

How very neanderthal of you.  This assumes that 1.Males will basically resort to rape and NEVER take no for an answer, and 2.That the female NEVER wants to have sex, but will "relent" if some guy forces her to?  

 

"But the male still remains violent, mounting the female until he doesn't feel the "urge" anymore."  

 

Mounting?  I prefer to be on bottom.  

 

"Doesn't seem very right, but if you aren't religious then "right" and "wrong" don't exist, both are debatable."  

 

Both are always debatable, but they definitely exist, even if someone only sees them in very self-centered terms.  

 

"IMO, sex is never calm, it is always wild and sometimes violent."  

 

What psychos have you been fucking?  If you've never had calm sex, then either you or your partners have a problem.  

 

"It is the action of creation, Father Sky, Ouranus, destroying parts of Mother Earth, Gaia, before fertilizing her with his rain."  

I've read my Ovid and Joseph Campbell, but don't remember ever coming across THAT particular myth.  

 

"Love, IMO, is the unity of these two genders, trying to help the other.  Wolves and wolf descent dogs can show this love.  It can never be said that female canines don't enjoy the companionship of males, they protect the children, while most dogs don't give a damn about children."  

 

In a word, huh?  Females enjoy males because they protect children, but most don't protect children?  What the hell were you trying to say there?  

 

"So, who is evil?  The children of Adam or Eve?  Neither."  

 

The word being described by "neither" is "children", a singular noun, which makes for bad grammar.  And when did the subject of evil come up?  

 

"Sex, whether we want to admit it or not, IS violent,"

 

No.  It CAN be violent.  But it's like saying that "competitive sport, whether we want to admit it or not, IS violent".  One can exist without the other.  

 

"it could be why males are USUALLY the ones who compete in fighting sports."  

 

Or it could be that male musculature is physiologically superior to that of females?  I once knew a boxer who didn't approve of women's boxing, the reason he gave being that very few women have the punching power to be able to knock out another woman who's been trained to take a hit.  

 

"The nature of women is not fully that of a submissive, FAR from it."  

 

Reconcile that with your earlier statement about "whether or not she wants them" and "at first she is hesitant, then she relents".  

 

"Ever wonder why guys like catfights?  I believe it is genetic memory when even females would battle each other, after which culminated in sex with males."  

 

Firstly, I think the idea of "genetic memory" of specific events is bullshit, but anyway.  I think it has more to do with the same reason that lots of guys like to watch lesbians: they can see women having sex, without having to watch another guy having sex.  It's like George Carlin said once , "I love the women in porn.  They always start out masturbating alone, and it's great, it's like watching my girlfriend.  And then it's ruined when some guy with a dick bigger than mine comes in and starts fucking my girlfriend."  

 

"When a gender is in heat, they can be, and usually are, violent."  

 

In heat?  I'd like to think that human beings have progressed somewhat beyond lower mammals.  

 

"Males are always in heat, which could be why they are so violent compared to females."  

 

Any proof for that?  Or at least a logical argument to back it up?  Anything but just a plain statement?  

 

"But the need for a female to breed is powerful indeed, maybe as powerful as the male sexual desire."  

 

So if they're equally powerful, why are males more violent?  You're contradicting yourself a lot here.  

 

"This would be their time to fight, to weed out the weak from the strong.  We are all more animalistic than we would like to think.  We are born into violence, and we eventually become a part of it."  

 

How very uber-Darwinian.  I've never been in a fight, have never struck another person in anger.  How am I "born into violence" and "a part of it"?

[Guest Risk]

Most of what I have said doesn't apply to today, though some things do.  I believe most "good" people aren't "good", that they are "good" because they fear being punished by the laws of soceity.  Humans may hold down their inner desires, but they're still there.  I don't have any concrete theories of homosexuality yet, but this thread was about the male/female relationship.  Yes, guys usually being more muscular does play a factor, but so do their hormones, IMO.

 

It may be uber-Dawinist, but he did have a lot of good points.  I'm very skeptical on the human perceptions of love, and don't KNOW if it would be concidered true love.  Without laws, IMO, men would be more violent and would not have much of what we concider the conscience.  I'm not trying to insult men, because I am a man, it's just an educated guess from observing others and differant theories about life and evolution.  

 

IMO, no matter how evolved we are, we're still animals.  Our perceptions may tell us we are "above" them, but we still have some of our original nature left.  Most views of our species promote the idea of a "survival of the fittest" society.  I don't believe humans are born good or bad.