Alarming News: I like Morgan Freeberg. A lot.
American Digest: And I like this from "The Blog That Nobody Reads", because it is -- mostly -- about me. What can I say? I'm on an ego trip today. It won't last.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: We were following a trackback and thinking "hmmm... this is a bloody excellent post!", and then we realized that it was just part III of, well, three...Damn. I wish I'd written those.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: ...I just remembered that I found a new blog a short while ago, House of Eratosthenes, that I really like. I like his common sense approach and his curiosity when it comes to why people believe what they believe rather than just what they believe.
Brutally Honest: Morgan Freeberg is brilliant.
Dr. Melissa Clouthier: Morgan Freeberg at House of Eratosthenes (pftthats a mouthful) honors big boned women in skimpy clothing. The picture there is priceless--keep scrolling down.
Exile in Portales: Via Gerard: Morgan Freeberg, a guy with a lot to say. And he speaks The Truth...and it's fascinating stuff. Worth a read, or three. Or six.
Just Muttering: Two nice pieces at House of Eratosthenes, one about a perhaps unintended effect of the Enron mess, and one on the Gore-y environ-movie.
Mein Blogovault: Make "the Blog that No One Reads" one of your daily reads.
The Virginian: I know this post will offend some people, but the author makes some good points.
Poetic Justice: Cletus! Ah gots a laiv one fer yew...
While a recent study concluded that men prefer dating beautiful bimbos, new research has confirmed what many males and advertisers long believed: driving a flashy car really does make a person more attractive to women.
Psychologists at the University of Wales presented women with separate images of the same man sitting in a silver Bentley Continental, then a red Ford Fiesta. The study involved 120 participants, reports The Scotsman.
After seeing the male, the volunteers viewed him as ‘more attractive’ in the prestige car. However, when men were shown images of a woman of comparable attractiveness sitting in the same cars, she was judged to be equally alluring.
Dr Michael Dunn, who led the research, which has been published in British Journal of Psychology, said: “In the past, women were very restricted economically and tied to men for financial security but in recent years, through female emancipation, they have become independently wealthy with access to their own financial security.”
“But what you find is that there is still a preference for wealthy males, which suggests that these preferences are evolutionary, rather than social factors.” According to him, men were hard-wired to view women in terms of purely reproductive attractiveness, regardless of the outer signs of their wealth or status.
Donna Dawson, a psychologist specialising in personality, behaviour and relationships, said: “This doesn’t surprise me at all. It’s hard to fight against our genetic inheritance. I think women have always looked to men for some sort of financial security and the car is proof of that.”
I hope nobody paid too much money for this research.
You know what you could start studying, is the true difference between “cocky” and “confident”…as in, women like the latter but despise the former. I’m not too curious about where the line is drawn, since I’m off the market and not lookin’. Nor am I too curious about the conceptual difference. Even when I was single, I think I had a pretty good handle on what women really wanted — they wanted a man who knew what he wanted, kinda-sorta, but only to such an extent that they could control his daily efforts. They wanted to tame a wild beast, wild enough to be powerful, but tame enough to eventually submit to her wishes.
I’d like to know about the disparity, among women from a variety of different walks of life…how much they’ll agree on the Goldilocks thing, that this guy’s too cocky, that guy’s not confident enough, this one over here is juuuuuuust right.
Do guys get more latitude in this whole thing if they drive something with a higher sticker price? Like if you’re driving a ten-year-old Datsun, are you just too cocky, best o’luck to ya pal, throw ya back in the ocean and keep looking…but could a bigger dickhead be perfectly alright if he showed up in a Dodge Viper?
That last one isn’t too much of a mystery to me. But I’d love to see it written up in a scientific paper.
Lastly, I’d like to know if there’s an evolutionary trait involved in what women tend to do over time. And you know what I mean. They pick you out of a line-up because you’re the “alpha” male, the one with the strongest will, and then couple-up with you…yes, believe it or not, I have from time to time emerged at the top of the heap in this perverse contest, once or twice, back in the day. And then once you’re half of a real couple, systematically kill off every little thing they once found attractive. It’s “mental abuse” if you decide things for yourself, in any manner other than the way a nine-year-old boy would do it.
In my late twenties, I made an informal resolution to never date liberal women ever again. And for the most part, that solved that little problem for good. And that’s my advice for the next generation of dudes. Women who get pissy and resentful if you decide things for yourself…women who get pissy and resentful if you voice an unexpected opinion…women who get pissy and resentful if you find soap operas boring and unrealistic, and have the nerve to say so out loud…women who get pissy and resentful if you grow hair on your body, in places where women can’t do the same thing. Just pass ’em all up, boys, and for the most part, a happy life is guaranteed to be yours.
Even if your trusty steed is, say, an eighteen-year-old Toyota Corolla with 341,000 miles on it. So I’m told.
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I don’t see anyone cutting me any slack by dint of my nine-year-old Datsun – um, Infiniti.
- CGHill | 03/25/2009 @ 22:00I once lived in Sausalito and had a gorgeous ’79 528i. It was like I suddenly discovered I was tall and handsome.
Since the 2001 stock market crash and simultaneous physical difficulties, I drive an ’82 Toyota pickup that looks like a tin can.
Life is very peaceful.
- rob | 03/25/2009 @ 22:35I’m gonna totally link this one from my Facebook account. You on there, Morgan?
- sanskara | 03/26/2009 @ 11:28