The evolutionary theory says something along the lines of “everything we do revolves around the idea of procreation.”
Maybe that’s taking it to the extreme just a little. But, from the perspective of this theory, women and men choose mates for one reason in particular—to reproduce. The theory says that women tend to go for older men because older men typically have what we need in order to provide for our offspring. Older men tend to go for younger women because younger women have better chances at reproduction.
A few years ago, I would’ve laughed at this theory. I would’ve said something along the lines of “what planet was this complete idiot from.” Basically, the way I looked at it, this theory stated that we all live to have sex and produce spawns of Satan… ahem, I mean children.
The more classes I take, and the more I’m forced to regurgitate this information being presented to me in textbook form, the more I see that this theory that I once saw as a load of bullshit is not so completely wrong.
After studying more about the female and male reproduction system, I see that basically, that’s what we are designed for—to have sex and make babies. Sure, I knew all along that our bodies were designed to make babies, but it seems that the more I read about it, the more I really see that we’re all just machines. We’re robots designed to create and carry other little robots.
I don’t like this.
According to Crooks and Bauer in “Our Sexuality”(2008:90), “only 400 ova are destined for full maturation during a woman’s reproductive years.” So, what you’re telling me is I can ONLY have 400 babies in my reproductive years? Of course, realistically, I could probably ONLY have about 30—give or take a few—since each time I’m pregnant, my body wouldn’t be producing these nice little spawn housing facilities.
Speaking of millions of little spawn, doesn’t Kate kind of look like a bitch to you? You know, it’s that crazy heffer who popped out 8 babies and raises them on television.
And, I’m sorry but the lady with 16-some-odd children running around in homemade hand-me-downs is a serious nutcase. Here honey, let’s pop out our 400 possibilities so we can get our own T.V. show.
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