Happy Birthday, Charles Darwin

But I’ll have to admit, that little clip is fantastic.

Begs the question: Have we fully evolved? Is there a point in which we begin to devolve? To wit:

cultural evolution, in particular the acceptance of the the Theory of Evolution, can be painfully slow. Article in the WaPo today that includes a poll result indicating that 41% of the population believed man, homo sapiens, are not the product of evolution. A tribute to Darwin, from an eloquent (and Hot!) proponent of evolution, and one of my favorite columnists, Olivia Judson.

Loved the Darwin Exhibit at the Natural History Museum a couple years ago. Great details about his upbringing and the historic voyage.

As I sit here listening to sports talk radio and preparing my spring vacation I just saw this buxom beauty outside my apartment window trudge to her car. Let me paint the picture as to how I, as a man, am evolving:

1. She is tall, in shape, curvaceous, wearing a wife beater and some tight workout pants. This makes me, a man, interested and curious.

2. She refuses to tie her shoes, laces a gaggle and she is walking in a goose step fashion similar to that of the Russian Army. She is half wearing a puffy coat. Apparently in the attempt to be fashionable, however at the same time too lazy to don the coat in its entirety – perhaps trying to keep up w/the the similar trend of guys not pulling their pants up above their a$$ cracks. This makes me, as a man, less attracted to her.

3. She has climbed into her car and hastily thrown her purse and some other items into the back seat. Apparently she is just another person with too many material items that she takes for granted. This makes me, a man, less attracted to her because of her utter disregard of how good she has it compared to others.

4. Ah!…What’s this? Look at her now. She has stepped out of her car and gone to the trunk of the car to retrieve?…A different t-shirt. Now, she is trying to change from the wife beater to a normal (tight) t-shirt in broad day light. Yep, there she is, looking around to see if anyone is watching (noticing) her. Apparently, she hasn’t evolved to the stage in which it’s normal (and accepted) to change clothing within a domicile that provides privacy. This makes me, as a man, completely turned off because she is either changing outdoors as if to say: “Look at me and my purchased a$$ets” or “I don’t care about civility and I’m too lazy to walk back to my apartment and change.”

Yes. “I” have evolved. Or…Maybe I’ve just become a prude.