Depuis que je l’ai lu, hier, plusieurs articles me frappent, là où sans doute ils me seraient passés inaperçus/je ne les aurais pas reliés.
(Et parce qu’il faut bien mettre fin à cette note, où les commentaires n’ont plus grand chose à voir.)
Deux sont notamment apparus dans mon agrégateur de flux ce matin :
-> la bandaison ça ne se commande pas, surtout si c’est la fille qui la cherche, nous dit Salon ;
But imagine my surprise at learning that antidepressants, alcohol and stress aren’t the real story here. (They get mentioned several paragraphs into the piece, along with explanations like anxiety, recreational drug use and overconsumption of Red Bull, so as not to rob the piece of its backlash-y punch.) No, according to the Washington Post, the factor that’s making boys go limp is … (drum roll) … women who want to have sex with them! That’s right, folks. Apparently nothing can make a dude lose a stiffie like the feeling that a girl is horny.
-> de la surmortalité masculine pour attirer la femelle ;
To impress women, men remain prone to risky behavior, just as they have been for millennia and just as other male animals are.
In caveman days, being good with a club was one way to get a mate. Now, the ability to purchase a blinged-out SUV has similar value, the scientists suggest.
“Men compete for resources and social status, which are criteria men are valued for in mate selection,” Kruger told LiveScience.
(via Digg)
Si je résume, il nous reste quelle alternative : débander ou mourir ?
(ça eut fait un titre un peu brutal non ?)
Pas terrible d’être un homme finalement …
PS : Bonne Fête “Maman” 
[tags] zemmour, premier sexe [/tags]
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