@farmerman,
The approval of members of the male species means nothing to me effemm.
They can gnash their teeth and indulge in witless, rote-learned vituperation to their heart's content for all I care when I waltz away into the magic night with those creatures of divine design which I cannot imagine having evolved whichever way I have looked at it and pondered its resolute defiance of Darwinian simplicities and scientific certainties.
One might think that evolution, with its aeons of dispositional perfectionisms under the basic principle of efficiency of energy expenditure, might have resulted in an organism somewhat less troublesome and more adapted to our needs than seems to be the case once all the evidence has been gathered and examined objectively with a keenly attenuated critical mind.
Does it make sense that a determined, purposeless and meaninglessly futile process, such as evolution is presented to be by its fans,
cavaliere serventes and doting enamouratas, should have played such an underhanded dirty trick on us saps without rhyme or reason. And does it make sense to allow such an unpitying confabulation of grinding inevitabilities to work their way to some final conclusion without our at least trying to inhibit, however ineptly, its obvious denoument in some unthinkably abject surrender of our natural pride resulting in humiliation, degredation and resigned despondency from which I see no possible means of escape once fully established.