One of the more annoying things about college is that textbooks can be stupidly expensive, but what are you gonna do? You’ve gotta have the textbooks, so you’ve got to let them gouge you for the privilege. But with the launch yesterday of Amazon’s Kindle-based textbook rental, that just got quite a bit cheaper.
But I’m pretty sure if you are an evolutionist, you prolly shouldn’t believe that homosexuality is an “ok” thing. Food for thought
OK, I will correct you.
First off, there is no such thing as an evolutionist. One does not believe in evolution any more than one believes in the existence of germs, atoms, or gravity. Evolution has been scientifically proven to be a happening natural process, based on empirical evidence, so it does not take one’s belief in evolution for one to know it is true.
Secondly, even if the theory of evolution was a belief, it does not dictate philosophical and moral teachings, unlike religion. To believe in evolution would merely be believing in natural selection working on a larger scale to induce gradual change in species.
Thirdly, no, evolution does not denounce homosexuality. The over encompassing, larger picture, view of nature when looked through the eyes of a biologist though, does suggest that homosexuality within a species is natural.
The only people who are denouncing homosexuality are bigots and people who blindly follow religious texts written 4000 years ago.
This. In AP Psychology, I actually saw a video in which some scientists studied the correlation between population growth and homosexuality in rats, and found that the percentage of rats exhibiting homosexual behavior increased as the rats’ cage became more and more crowded, suggesting that homosexuality is one of evolution’s answers to overpopulation.
My final paper for my Evolution of Human Behaviour class was about same-sex attraction and sexual behaviour and theories on how it could be adaptive in an evolutionary sense. Trust me, OP, you’re not the first one to come to the unbelievably unimaginative conclusion that non-heterosexual behaviour is somehow ~*impossible*~ because lolol evolution, guise.
Traits can exist in a population regardless of whether they immediately lead to reproductive success for an individual—because we’re talking about populations, not just individuals. You’re forgetting that there are lots of non-adaptive traits and behaviours that exist in populations, and you’re jumping to the conclusion that non-heterosexual behaviour is necessarily non-adaptive. One of the predominant theories is that homosexual behaviour arises from homosocial behaviour (one example of this is homosexual behaviour in bonobos (i.e. pygmy chimpanzees), who often use sex as a means to alleviate conflict and maintain group harmony). Also, according to some theorists, having a homosexual family member means that said family member can help take care of existing offspring, rather than focusing on their own reproductive success—in the long run, the family gets a reproductive advantage, even if the individual doesn’t, and since the individual has genes in common with their family, in a way their genes are getting passed on, even if not by them personally.
Anyway, even if it isn’t adaptive, that doesn’t mean it doesn’t have some biological basis. There are some traits that just weren’t adaptive during critical periods in the evolution of modern Homo sapiens, but that were passed on regardless. And that doesn’t mean that because something was non-adaptive then, it’s somehow less-than-human or that it’s still non-adaptive now. Our species is no longer subject to the same environmental pressures that it was thousands and thousands of years ago. A lot of our current reality is social in nature. Natural selection in the usual sense gets more complicated with modern humans because our species has evolved to a point where society, culture, technology, and so on really interfere with the usual selective pressures that a species would experience in the absence of such things.
tl;dr: Stop trying to use science to justify being a douchebag. It’s not a new tactic, unfortunately. But anyway, you’re not saying anything we haven’t heard before.
Emphasis mine, though the whole thing is a great read.
Maybe part of the reason I don't feel like an adult is because I still have to wear what my MOMMMMYYY wants me to wear when we go out together. Fuck what I'm comfortable in, I "should wear that nice blouse".
Man, fuck blouses.
Maybe if I get some nicer button-ups she’ll quit with the “you’re wearing THAT?” bullshit.
YEEEAAAAAHHHHH! -thrashes head back, forth and all around in excitement-
I told myself I’d let myself buy a pair of boots with the money I made on my first day at work and I’ve been searching for the perfect pair since. Today, when going through my bookmarks, I refound a pair that I bookmarked MONTHS ago. They are the perfect price compared to the 90-120$ ones I was looking at and they are WAAAYYY more my style being secondhand vintage from Etsy.
Then I poked around the rest of that Etsy store and found an adorable purse. I decided to get it too, haha. I used to not be a purse-person, carrying around a little backpack (as a purse/lunchbag combo) or either nothing, but now I think it’s time for me to give it another shot, especially with this cute bright blue thing coming into my life. It is one of my 2011 colors, the one that stands for letting things that should stay in the past STAY there… which I really need to keep in mind as of late.
Also, I’m trying to actually feel/act like I’m somewhat grown up. I finally have a job and I’m going into non-community college in the fall… maybe if I take charge of trying to keep up with my crap I’ll feel more responsible.
I’d post links (or at least pictures) but I don’t get paid until Friday and I’m terrified someone’s gonna buy them before I can, haha. Once they’re securely mine I’ll show em off!!
I haven’t been on as much lately because I got a jobbbb!! Yay! When I haven’t been at work, I’ve been at my BF’s house and he’s such a bitch about letting me on his computer. He doesn’t have wireless for me to use my laptop either.
I’m finally home for the first day since Wednesday but I’m about to go back to work… 3-10:30. Gonna be home this weekend, thankfully!!
It’s a cis man thing, I think. Trying to boldly go where no man has gone before and staking your claim, marking your territory. “Yes, you might have been living here but I’m white and I have a flag so this is mine now”. “Yes this might be your body but I have a dick and I put it in you so you’re mine now”.
I think it’s why white dudes get so pissy about immigration, like a dog growling at another dog walking past the yard. And why a lot of men get pissy when they find out their girlfriends have had a lot of sex. They see their girlfriends as territory, and they get arsy knowing some other dude has ‘been there’. If she’s had ‘a lot’ (whatever that means) of sexual partners, it’s a bad thing, but if he’s had a lot, well, he’s just a courageous viking, conquering lands. I mean, look at the language of male sexual prowess. Sexual encounters are often referred to as ‘conquests’ for fuck’s sake. And fucking a bi woman or a lesbian is a goal so you can ‘turn them’, and even further stake your claim on her. Hell, a lot of assholes see fucking a ‘gross’ person, such as a fat woman or a trans woman or a butch woman as a goal because then it’s like, you’re being super brave in the name of conquering lands. (Note: fat women, trans women, and butch women, are not in any way gross. Like, at all) And why aiming to bully your partner into something they don’t want, like anal, is considered a good thing.
It’s why rape isn’t taken seriously, because really, you were making your ‘land’ look too inviting and are you sure you just don’t want to be seen as a slut? It’s why men are studs and women are sluts. It’s why when my ex shoved his dick in my ass and claimed he slipped, everyone found it hilarious rather than saw it as rape. It’s why a guy I slept with who’s had 35+ sexual partners calls me a slut, when I’ve had about 25, and considers himself a stud. It’s why abstinence only education makes having sex with a girl outside of marriage seem like trespassing on another man’s land. It’s why for years, if you married your rape victim or apologized to her dad, it wasn’t an issue anymore. It’s why your dad (the gatekeeper of your land) gives you away at your wedding (to the new owner of the land).
It’s sexist, it’s heterosexist, it’s cissexist, it’s transmisogynistic, and it’s gross. And it needs to fucking stop.
I sit here and write this in the same way I would try and write to my own mother, expressing gratitude for how she has helped me. Thank you. You have helped me throughout my best and my worst. You have seen me at my weakest and you have encouraged me to do what is right for me.
I first went to you when I was a mere seventeen year old. Drunk off cheap wine, I ended up in a man’s room, a man who was ten years my senior. I didn’t want to have sex and he did, pushing and cajoling, blocking the doorway while telling me to relax. Not being okay with the answer of “no.” Tired, I asked him to at least use a condom, which he would slide off during sex. I would only realize this when it was considered “too late” and be told, “It wasn’t [his] problem.” I was angry, hurt, and scared. He was able to walk away from the situation he had manipulated so well and I was left to pick up the pieces of the consequences. I was the girl that I had been warned about- the one who didn’t take enough precautions, the one who had it coming, the one who had no one to blame but herself.
I panicked as I fled to what I thought was our city’s women’s center, but in actuality was a “crisis” center. At the time, I was living in the South and this was, unfortunately, all too common. As common as being denied birth control by pharmacists, as common as the embrace of abstinence sex ed while gonorrhea and syphilis outbreaks were happening, and as common as casting out pregnant teenagers, yet cheering the fathers absolved of any responsibility, worrying about their “bright future” and how these girls were going to “take it away.” These centers, now blindingly obvious to me, preyed on naivete, secrecy, and shame – mine at the time. They were set up for those moments of desperation and fear, waiting with open arms to convince young women of what they thought was the best decision to make.
The center was closed, thankfully. I managed to pick up some literature available in the front lobby. The brightly colored pamphlets with happy girls on the front talked about the sanctity of your child’s life, this glorious gift from God. Well… what about me? I was a child, yet 24 hours ago, someone hadn’t taken the same consideration of the sanctity of my own life, disregarding my own “no”s. Hot tears streamed down my face as I kept thinking how stupid I was, how embarrassing it all was, how I had messed up.
I ended up driving three hours to the only Planned Parenthood I could find in the telephone book. Each mile passed with an ensuing anxiety building inside me, defensively readying myself for any questions of what would my family think or lectures on my irresponsibility. When the doctor finally saw me, she asked me how I was, how am I feeling, am I okay? I was caught completely off guard.
I told her my situation and without judgment, without questions, without any side eyes or lectures, she told me exactly what my options were. I had no money and she gave me morning after pills for free, as per the sliding scale policy, as well as juice and crackers, since I would more than likely get sick. I cried afterwards, expelling all that I had built up about myself – I was so sorry I had messed up, that I had been irresponsible, that it was my fault. She held my hand, listening and only after I had purged all that I was able to, stated calmly, ” You aren’t alone.”